I love writing but i’ve not done any serious writing in months. However, when i do get round to writing, i enjoy every bit of the opportunity to express myself.
When asked to write a poem as part of an assessment, the thoughts and words came to me at night and stayed with me till the morning.
The following poem is about crude oil and the crisis in the Niger-Delta. I hope you enjoy it.
This black isn’t beautiful by Tolulope Kay-Ogundipe. May 2013
Black is beautiful, isn’t that what they say
I laugh to myself and say ‘this is so cliché’
As I see her heart shattered on the floor
I rush to her in shock to see what can be done
What’s spewing from her insides is black, that’s all wrong
It’s thick, It’s sticky and it’s black
This thing that’s pouring from her heart
She’s groaning but no one notices her pain
Instead they gather to dig in and dig in they do
With stealing and killing, their kitty is full
I cry out in anguish, her heart I wish to mend
We shouldn’t even be here; her heart should have been whole
It should never have been shattered, there shouldn’t be a hole
This black isn’t beautiful, this message I send
Together we can do this, this menace we can end.