SPASM By Akande Iqmat

Written by Editor

I want to know you he said, tell me about yourself

With a mind crossing so many thoughts, I smiled

With curiosity he looked, thinking he had a clue, a clue of my smile

But nah he doesn’t, not even the tip

Looking deep down his eye, I said to myself

It’s all in the past and tears should not be shed

Lost in search of words he waited curiously…..

I am a lady I began, a lady so pained, hurt and damaged

A lady stripped of her pride and left undignified

Drained in the pool of tears and cared for so less

A lady whose maidenhood was snatched in that big structured house

A lady who laid helplessly and her cries wasn’t heard

A lady who was subdued by anger, terror and force

Whose feelings were of no concern when he penetrated?

A young lady exposed to the cruelty of the world so early

A lady left to clean up a mess she never started

Left in nudity and defenseless

A lady unlocked with the wrong key and departed looking for extra keys

A lady who refrained from being an addict and had to remain deserted

A lady who never felt love and friendship rather hardship and hatred

Whose heart was never broken but smashed and left unamended

A lady whose hole was turned to well and heart to stone

A lady forever in pain and nothing to gain

All admirers is left a far and never to get closer

A lady whose heart is secured and never to be broken

Locked up her heart but felt in the depth of the ocean its key

I am who I choose to be and not who you see

Ajar I found his mouth, looking so pitiful and distressed

I giggled and chuckled in tears.

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.