Poems by Dami

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“What is poetry?
To see the world in a grain of sand
And heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour”— William Blake

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  • Dance of Life

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    Let the drums begin to play
    And make space for Arẹwa
    Let her dance to the ancient Bata
    Play us the afro beats, highlife and reggae
    With each beat of the drums,
    Let the seeds on our farms germinate
    With each stomp of her feet,
    Let the soil yield up its best yet
    With each twist of her waist,
    Let the pregnant mothers deliver safely
    With each move of her arms,
    Let our men be strong like warriors
    With each turn of her legs,
    Let our children flourish and grow strong
    Like the iroko tree
    May our ancestors and past heroes
    Witness this very day
    May the loving arms of Eledumare
    Bless this very day
    As we join Arewa in dancing
    The flames of the night fire
    Add to the heat of the moment
    Our sweats make our skins glisten
    Glisten like black pearls
    The fire flames join us in dancing
    As our beads jiggle along with our tambourines
    Let us dance with vigour and life!
    Let us dance for the mere sake of being alive.

    © warrior queen, 2024

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  • The True Villian

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    Staring at the ruins you caused
    All the things I’ve worked hard for
    When the results start to show
    You smash the stage and spoil the show

    A well gardened flower plant
    Groomed it from beginning
    When the buds are ‘bout to bloom
    You slice them off with no mercy

    Filled with sadness and anger
    Blood boiling and tears dropping
    I sought to find the enemy
    And stop all this catastrophe

    Mirror mirror on the wall
    Who’s the villain in this hall?
    My eyes widen with surprise
    My own face, stares back at me

    Loudly, my heart makes a wail
    I’m the villain in my tale
    Oh! Cursed with self sabotage
    Ruining myself and all my plans

    But I’m not the villain you see
    It’s my fears and uncertainties
    I must overcome this foe
    In my image and end this woe

    © warrior queen, 2024

  • Blazing heat

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    The heat I feel
    Is suffocating
    When the weather changes
    And the sun is blazing
    The floor is so hot
    Can’t walk properly
    When did a fertile land
    Turn to a barren one?
    There’s no room for the poor to breathe
    And the rich are beginning to cry

    Let the poor breathe
    Take this heat away from us
    Let us feel at ease
    The heat is suffocating
    All our dreams
    The kids want to sleep
    And adults want to chill
    But the heat is killing
    Oh may we survive!

    We need that cooling wind again
    We need our rivers to flow again
    We need our farms to flourish again
    We need a breath of fresh air
    Pour us that chilled water
    Let this heat leave our land



    © Warrior queen, 2024

  • Maze

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    Lost in the maze of finding myself
    So many paths that look like the way
    Walked down a path I thought for myself
    Was good enough, now I’m stuck at a bay

    My book all filled with several red marks
    Of plans and dreams that didn’t work out
    And here, I sit still staring at the park
    Wondering what exactly this life is about?

    Thoughts all swirling in different directions
    Can’t seem to meet up with society standard
    So many mirrors showing many reflections
    Of who I’m to be, it’s all a façade

    I’m only just growing, learning to live
    Although it’s all chaos and uncertainty
    Through life’s maze, I’ll learn to weave
    Embracing the chaos, finding clarity

    Down in my thoughts, in deep self reflection
    Life’s like a maze, with so many pathways
    You may get lost, and loose your direction
    But in finding your path, you get lost in the maze.

    © warrior queen, 2024

  • Boxes

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    Stuffed up in a box
    Is a pretty porcelain doll
    With the prettiest face
    And a priceless value

    But no one sees her
    And knows her worth
    Because she chooses to remain
    Stuffed up in a box

    Until she decides
    To break out of the box,
    She’ll remain hidden
    And lose her worth

    She has her doubts
    She has her worries
    She feels she’s not enough
    She doesn’t know she’s priceless

    Break out of your boxes
    Throw away your doubts
    Take that leap of faith
    This is not your place

    You’re needed at the palace

    © warrior queen, 2024

  • Positive confessions

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    What is death to an Immortal?
    What is gloom to the angels?
    What is affliction to the saints above?
    What is darkness to the sun?
    What is a boundary to the heavens?

    What is misfortune to me?
    I know not such
    What is bad luck to me?
    It doesn’t exist
    What is sadness to my family?
    It’s not in our dictionary
    For we have a God that never fails

    © warrior queen, 2024

  • Pretty Fat

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    Posted a new picture online
    I posed with a pretty smile
    Added a hot insta caption
    Felt a bit high for some time
    Had reactions here and there
    Both on IG and on Snap
    Thought I looked real pretty
    Till someone called me fat

    At first, I waved it off my mind
    But like a silent haunting ghost
    It crept and rested in my heart
    I checked myself out in the mirror
    “Am I really fat?”

    I started looking for the areas
    Where I could have had some fat
    I didn’t see that pretty smile anymore
    I didn’t see that smooth complexion
    All I saw was a fat sad girl

    And so, I took some measures
    Worked out, dieted
    Tried on baggy clothes
    But like a stubborn bell,
    It kept ringing loud
    That someone called me fat

    It took a while to realize
    That it all in my head
    Suffered an eating disorder
    To please the internet?
    I can’t be perfect you see
    But I can be real
    I’ll stuff my face with junk
    Coz that’s just being me
    I can’t be someone who I’m not
    And fat is who I am

    Of course I’m fat
    And I don’t mind
    I’ve got my smile
    And I’ll take pictures with pride

    © warrior queen, 2024

  • Bond thinker

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    Do you really own your thoughts?
    Those voices in your head,
    Are they really yours?
    This your mind,
    Do you have control?

    Thoughts are quite powerful
    I must say
    They border on our minds
    Till they are reality

    You seem to keep the gates
    Wide open
    For any thoughts to come and go
    You have no filters
    It is a free land

    You lie to yourself
    Say you’re a free thinker
    You just don’t know
    You are a bond thinker
    We all are.

    Thoughts, you see
    Are a reflection
    Of what society tells us
    Of what we see around us

    You think you like roses?
    It’s because everyone else likes roses
    And so, you think it over and over
    Till it becomes a part of you

    You think you hate something?
    It’s because society does
    And so, you think it over and over
    Till it becomes your reality

    You think the thoughts
    Society says you should
    You think the thoughts
    Sponsored by demons
    Where is the space
    For thoughts from the Lord?

    No one is really a free thinker
    We all are bond thinkers
    The question now is,
    Who or what sponsors your thoughts?

    © warrior queen, 2024

  • A bed of roses: Wish for 2024

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    You say, “Life is not a bed of roses”
    But you see,
    Life has always been a bed of roses
    Roses have petals and thorns
    It just depends
    On whether your bed is made of petals
    Or thorns.

    Some have always had it easy
    Never pricked a finger on a thorn
    Never had to struggle
    Might have encountered a little thorn
    But their life is still a bed of roses
    Only,
    They have more petals than thorns

    Some did not always have it easy
    Had a bed made of thorns
    Always had to worry
    Always had to struggle
    Might have enjoyed the scent of petals
    But their life is still a bed or roses
    Only,
    They have more thorns than petals

    And now, I make a wish today
    May we have more petals
    Than we have thorns
    May we bask in the sweet scent
    Of tender rose petals
    And even if we do get thorns,
    May our petals provide consolation
    May we have it easier this year.

    © warrior queen, 2024

  • Privileged

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    How easy it is
    To make up the rules
    When you’re not one of the masses
    How easy it is
    To cast the first stone
    When you’re not the one being tried
    How easy it is
    To make a judgement
    When you’re not the one facing the sanctions
    How easy it is
    To exercise authority
    When you’re the privileged

    © warrior queen, 2023

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