By Bada Yusuf Amoo


The inert motion of my thoughts
Sheathed this shit upon my chest
Fowl feigning fear follows me thus
Whence, she queries my perfection
Thence, I swallow the wind, I die soft

I have learnt to burry bruise best
Since Eve poisoned Adam
But like wandering waves beside ocean
The shit sharply crashed inside me
Fusing into one furious union

Death is fair and kind
With peace and privacy in its pouch
Could anyone now stop Romeo and Juliet?
So love, leave my path to my privacy
Go, remind Dryad of the gracious grave

About the author


Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.