A Write In The Light Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Sometimes-
I play with my hair, with my misery-
I sit in the toilet- picking my nose, eating it
I follow the sun set- till it outruns me
Perhaps someday- I would see its home
I like to see the spilled water- disappear-
And sneak in to see the rose seed get its beauty
To watch the maggots in the plates- roll
And when there is no food- I eat my nails
Why salt- when there is my urine

And sometimes
When water I sprinkle this wrinkled face
And my hair seems to glow its neon dark
Then when the mirrors deceit me beauty
Perhaps you should know
I smile and for then I feel no hunger-
I hear not sorrow not joy-
That then- I have no bathe, no food
Nothing that could alter that look
But still it goes- my cheek bone break free

And then the last of my moments sets in
I give to here-
The want to get lost, lost from you
Have hallucinations, delusions- if don’t
Just dwell in some palace as a queen
With the look like was in my youth
And a scepter that governs nature
Just there I want to go- where you aren’t
There- with people different from all of you