Poetry || Of Lies Doctors Tell

Of Lies Doctors Tell

Doctors are
unfortunately liars

The one who promised
the injection wouldn’t hurt
and it would be swift
– but the needle said otherwise
The buttocks know the story of the pain

The one that promised
Uncle B was fine
and would soon be discharged
– but two days after
had death pay him a visit

The one that promised
he was different from other guy
– but like many of his demon caliber
on a heart breaking spree
Forgive me
Forgive him lord

The one who dispenses
lenses to help see better
– but just for profit
and years down the line still shortsighted

I don’t believe or like them doctors
They make pain too easy.

– Dammy

Of Lies Doctors Tell is a piece from my book Heartistic. To read more, get a soft copy on Okada Books here and hard copy via Amazon here. You can find my writings under the Writings category. Read and share your thoughts maybe? Thank you.

Poetry || New Beginnings

new beginnings

From my window,
I see disorder across the road,
grownups fighting over
issues children shouldn’t;
clothes being ripped
punches thrown,
peace being disturbed
and yet from a tree on this same road,
an egg breaking,
an anxious mother gleeful
as the young one popped out.
Yet again in the midst of chaos,
peace can be found
and so can new beginnings.
– Dammy

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Poetry || The African Woman

life of dammy The African Woman

I am an African woman
Do not insult me
When you see tears water down my face
Salty like the Pacific

Do not insult me
When my breast sag
Like pillows without stuffings
Mighty generations have suckled on them

Do not insult me
If my back seems slightly bent
Like arc of the mathematical ellipse
Heavy loads have rested on them

Do not insult me
When my skin crack
Shea butter did try
But I worked to make better more lives

I am an African woman
And Africa where I come from
We work hard.
©Dammy

Picture taken by me.
Model: Dennis Jane

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Poetry || Loved You

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t into you
Going crazy over hearing your voice
Every time I hear your stutter,
My body emerges,
It yearns,
And it urges
To feel your embrace;
To taste you,
Feel you
But my heart caves in
Like your dimples
And there’s a big hole in my chest
Like the gap in your teeth.
I’m in love with the thoughts of us,
The kisses we shared on those nights,
The heated touches
And our bodies pressed into each other.
The glances you shoot in my direction
When we’re in the presence of company
And I know I can’t replace it.
It hurts that you don’t see
But I wish I’d be lying if I said I loved you.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t into you
Stumbling over words at the sight
Astounding I find you
Frenzied at your touch
Addicted like a junkie
To the thought of you
And I’d be lying if I said I loved you
My heart is a howling wolf
Head raised and throwing caution to the wind
Hair flying and toes curling
I am in love with the low moans
My arching back
The whirlwind blowing the curtains
I see these other couples
And imagine we were one
Perhaps we could be
But I’d be lying if I said I loved you.

– Smallee x Dammy

Yet another collaboration with my good friend Smallee. Drop your comments or questions about this piece below. The best part of posting here is getting your feedback and comments. What are your thoughts about this post?

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Poetry || Eggs

I like eggs
Supple and soft
On the inside
Strong on the outside
Easy to crack

Like a heart
Easy to break
Shattered
In pieces
But out of it
Something beautiful comes
Scrambled
Poached
Beautiful
Coming together
Like a broken heart

©Ajibike O.

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Poetry || Reflections #4

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How far away have you gone
Embarking on a journey of definite return
In December,
you were the best thing that happened to her
Before you rode off to Siberia
The cold emanating from your soul
Betrayed by everything you said
Which turned out to be lies
So she asks
When will he be back

He will be back my darling
Riding in gallantly
A changed fellow
But not for you.
©Ajibike Oyindamola

For every girl who had to wait for love/in love/on love.

P.s: September is almost over I know but so help me God, I am going to publish that book on okadabooks.com

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Poetry || Reflections #3

Confidence quote
Young lady accept your flaws
If they won’t accept you
Fall in love with the color of your skin
Your laughter and your grin
Your wisdom and hustle
Your stature and your muscle
Your mistakes and error
For it’s okay to tremor
Accept the scars that run through your heart
The lines that stretch in form of marks
Accept the things you cannot change
Perhaps not beauty and the brain
The extra eyes you wear
The bitter rumours you hear
The limitation and your fears
Following your peers
The past that has happened
The exes you could have tackled
Accept your strength
Wear it like a belt.
©Ajibike Oyindamola

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