Poetry

HELLO, FEBRUARY By Godfrey Emeka

Written by Editor

They mistake my identity for lust,
now my new identity is worst
Please, tell them that I am a triangle,
that I am not just any angle

Ask the weak,
they ‘re twisted to be strong
ask beggars,
their bound is all on me

let them quit the warrant,
I am not lost
Tell them that when the world is chaotic,
they won’t see my signal or hear my music

My signal is not seasonal,
it’s constant
I am an introvert,
not a traveler

I am love when feeling is trapped,
but lust when feeling is free
I am a slave for you to see,
and lost cause the king of the heart

I am not lust,
I am not freedom,
I am a friend of all,
an enemy of none

Hello, Cupid
The world now know you,
they now hear and know your siren
enslave my heart that’s fixed for you

About the author

Editor

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.