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If my skin becomes cold
and my soul comes to stop
and my flesh is being carried majestically
and my body is washed quietly with prayers
Like others before me
like many body have been cold
Many have come to stop
Many have been carried
And washed quietly with prayers
Let them know that I need not their money
the money they made me know they spent on me
Tell them to stay away from me
let them to sob not
For their sobbing will not help me
I needed it most when I was hurt and speaking
I need it not now
Let them attend my final goodbye
but do not let them deceive you by saying they loved me
for they only loved my pain
cursed my dreams
and adored my silence

they wanted my anger than my joy
whispered my name in their slanders
and hurled abuses on my path even into my ears
tell them to stay away from me
for I am with better companions

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.