I had lost my innocence trying to persevere,
Misplaced my happiness by choosing to stay,
Given up my voice listening to yours.
Most of all,
I lost my compassion trying to guard my heart.
I’m not the same person.
A.
Lost And Not Found.
We’re Millennials Remember?
We’re millennials remember?
No strings attached.
Just an air of attraction,
Etching us in.
Pulling us closer,
until we’re skin to skin,
Chest to chest.
Whatever this is, I feel it within.
You’ll hold me in your arms,
And I’ll never say,
That everyday is a good day,
As long as you’re on my mind.
And you are.
In the mornings, at night,
And every hour in between.
But my lips must remain silent.
My back must stay turned on the possibilities.
Tempting as it may be,
I must be void of all emotional responsibilities,
Potential insecurities.
The idea of the idea,
The possibility of the possibility.
Because like I said,
We are millennial, remember?
It’s a culture,
We both gotta stay woke.
A.
Okay?
Sunken eyes because they’re heavy
From the weight of salty, transparent liquid
A symbol of grief, heaps of emotions I’ve been forced to bury
Is it okay if I cried?
Stopped in my tracks out in the open
It’s these images in my head
They’ve left me broken
Spiritually encompassing my physical form
Is it okay if I remembered?
Blood trickling down from bleeding eardrums
Who said internal screams were harmless
In these moments where the world stands still
And time as we know it seizes to exist,
Is it okay if I gave way to my memories?
Sleep evades me
And food has lost its taste
Publicly falling apart so the whole world can see
With nothing but priorities misplaced,
Is it okay if I just surrendered?
Love,
A
x
Akunna Ezekwem 