i am stitching her heart back
please, visit another day

i am taking away the tears
slowly emptying her sorrow
please, visit another day

i am walking her into sunshine
gathering her beauty
please, visit another day

i am stitching her heart back
she is steadily holding my hands
she no longer weeps
she is beginning to find her smile
on the face of her daughter

Ijeoma Umebinyuo

greetingsfromthedarkcontinent: I imagine you must have a passionate love affair with Words because you write so soul-crushingly beautifully.

Thank YOU! Yes, i do have a passionate love affair with words. I love how it tastes on paper, how it looks on sight, i love how quiet it appears and how bold it speaks. I do have a passionate love affair with words, how it fuels my spirit, how to breaks down walls and how it lifts the soul in times it needs it most. Words can be quietly soft but does not bow, it can be deafeningly loud too. All in all it places itself into a beautiful set and i call it pieces from a part of my soul, sometimes it arrives in poetry.

light on light on light,
Ijeoma

his moon smile
his earth tone skin
deep with Ibadan roots
i called him Ayo,
he was my happiness.

Ijeoma Umebinyuo

four children in one room
the youngest always slept
on the bed
the three older siblings
on the raffia mat
all in the same room as parents
the youngest child
crossed the road to buy garri
the big Oga slapped his driver
the mother fainted three times
his burial is next week.

journalinq: wow I love the message you provide in your poems :) so happy God freely gave me the privilege to come across your blog! I followed immediately - xo, Ayana

Thank you, Ayana! Loving your beautiful message. Thank YOU!

forgive me father,
but sometimes my God
is a woman
sitting on the kitchen floor
her hands holding her legs
screaming for help
without making a sound

forgive me father
but sometimes my God
is a woman
calling me on the phone
begging me to call her
“beautiful”
because her lover forced
ugliness into her soul

forgive me father,
but sometimes my God
is a woman
crying in the shower
begging for another God
to lift her burden.