GAIA by Adeosun Oluwapelumi

It’s been years now I was given form Mother’s labour produced me I came from underneath mother’s skirt Where oblivion was all I knew I have seen mother open up Her skirt for older men and younger too What pleasure lies beneath mother’s skirt? Would she open up for me as she did for them?


It’s all so wrong Condemnation of the mind So I’m scribbling this letter To make it all better These words might sound sad Like goodbye forever But they‘re only meant to bring you blessings Think of me from now wherever you are Don’t cry, but laugh in hope, son, ‘Cause hope is all we have… Continue reading SON’S SONG SUNG