Words are my gods
Words are my demons
A paradox, ain't it?
I use them to inspire
I use them to annoy
They are my blocks,
My artist's brush
Each time I paint
Every other time I build
I love the picture I create
They are like music to the soul
These gods,
These demons of mine
You see, my heart is full of music
And chaos and distrust and questions
And then some doubts and even fears
Laced with bouts and bouts of creativity
And even strength that bursts out of me
Sometimes I can't even control
But for each emotion I feel
These demons of mine
Yes, these gods of mine
They give me the blocks to build
They even give me the brush to paint
I am an artist of life
And so when people say
"Temper it sister, you paint too bright"
I laugh within
The demons won't even let me
The gods do inspire
And so I paint and then I build
I was little but not now I am a youth
Mustn't I paint?
Mustn't I allow the gods to dance within me?
Should I listen to your voice and silence mine?
No, brother of mine
I listen to the music within
And then I paint
I also build
With these demons of mine
Yes, even these gods of mine
Igbokwe
Vivian Ijeoma
Twitter/Instagram:
@club7teen
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