When I sat down to write this poem, I went to the page with a lot of humility, because I didn’t feel like I had enough feeling and knew enough about love to be able to write about it and not cheat the process. As I wrote, I wrote about a genuine love that has always been with me since I was a child and this poem is the real expression of it. While this is a poem I wrote to commemorate Valentine’s Day, it is also a poem that celebrates love in all its forms; whether in friendship, romantic love or whatever form it comes in.
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when i think about loving you,
i wonder how sane we looked
dancing so close to the sun.
what did we think we were
when we became tongues of fire
standing at the war-front of a love
that swallowed us whole?
this is what we look like at the
hem of madness.
burning together behind the vast old sea of affection
here, we are fire & thunderstorm
wrapped together in one
this is our love, so vast &
we ran to the ledge of fear
panting & weeping at the
of this bond – so dangerous as death,
yet the resurrection of our bodies
this love held the glorious weight of our
exposed our wet sorrow to healing
until the flood passed away. [Wait]
this love has made us possible
& we are devastatingly
in the way we carry the burden of
with one hand, tend to the garden
of our love
with the other.
this love is redemption;
it is anchor, it is life & life
this love it moves to pour mercy
until naked shame is dragged to her
when we are nothing but dry bones
so vile & lonely, broken &
this love, calls our names with our
whole lives on its tongue
we answer & answer
until our hearts become the full
bright bleeding sun –
this love is the love that loves,
the thing that saves us slaves of our
this love is freedom, is heritage, is
glory-fortress in the deep of chaos
this love is home after years of
home & blooming, this love is conquering
it is blind bravery beating beneath
pulls me kicking & screaming, towards
the zenith of self
this love is god in purest form
& we are the harmony of god;
two of us, yet one.
broken yet whole
this is the love that made us possible
& this love is us.
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in 2020, it shall be well. you are not here by chance. you have arrived in this place fully loaded with grace to finish the race. this is not the first time you will be here. you have lived this year over and over again before time came to make it tangible.
In the middle of a million ideas racing through my mind, I catch a thought about death: I’m gonna die someday. It says. It’s true, but if you tell me to explain how it makes me feel, I’d say – helpless, like a falling leaf, a passing wind, something then suddenly, nothing.
Does the thought of death ever make you feel that way?
This thought of death crumbles my pride. It shakes off every sense of self-importance in my bones to know that I will become a star silently singing, terribly aware of everything when nothing is aware of me. It is nerve racking. I lose my presence of mind, only to exist only in the past. To dream in reverse.
The first time I began to see being single as a ‘problem’ was in 2018, during my state service year. At work, a fight broke out between a fellow corps member and her supervisor. It escalated quickly and they raised their voices. I was on my own, doing my work when I suddenly heard her voice pitch a little higher with resentment as she said;
“I’m a married woman, so you can’t talk to me like that.” Her left hand did a sweeping motion towards me and the others, “There are single people here, you can talk to them anyhow you want, but you cannot talk to me anyhow. I am somebody’s wife.”
Hi, my name is Iyanuoluwa Adebiyi.
You can call me Iyanu (pronounced e-YAH-noo). I’m a lawyer, writer and performance poet,
also a rookie videographer and video editor. I am so many things you’d get to
know with time, but the first thing I’d like to say in this blog is thank you
for creating space for me to share my heart with you.
Let me tell you a secret. When I was a kid, I used to daydream about becoming a beauty queen. Before the crowning, an imaginary interviewer would ask me a question.