Two poems by Oluwafoyinsayemi
Yesterday, six of my ten toes vanished.
Left pinky, left middle,
right big, right index, right middle,
I realized I hardly knew them.
I lost ownership of my heart
so many Septembers ago as punishment for
a careless bet.
I got it back some Junes later
but by then it was of no use to me
or anyone else.
In February of 2006,
my voice was no more
so that I relied on writing,
putting pencil to paper to speak
in ways that I would not.
Today my right arm dematerialized.
A travesty for it held the hand
I write with most.
Each present becomes a gift
to the past.
So too does my being.
Only my smile is left, all lips,
I will be no more.
Charge to the Public
Let my letters live on
when my heart has beat its course
and my breath is no more.
After my skin has faded,
no longer black girl
no longer here, no longer.
Once my spirit has drifted away,
my reality on its next plane,
the memory of me expired.
Let my messages live on
long past my mind’s demise,
brain already broken down.
As soon as I am buried deep within
the ground’s center or burned, black girl finally
fallen girl finally, ashes scattered far.
The moment my muddy eyes close
one last time and I am resting in
Let my words live on
in ways that I will not.
Oluwafoyinsayemi is currently pursuing a bachelor's degree in English with a concentration in Creative Writing.
She often tries to combine her passion for writing with her passion for social justice.
For Oluwafoyinsayemi, writing is the vehicle for which to improve the world, one mind at a time