By Abdulmueed Balogun
but I don’t know how to tell my story,
they say there’s no perfect way to telling
a story, no rigid rule on how you narrate
your grief, your joy, just say it, the way you
feel, the way you can. call the sun, the sun,
if you can’t conjure it as morning gold,
call your mother by her name, if your
creative eyes, at that moment can’t paint
her as a cynosure in the sky of dismay.
just write, as the wind blows, unperturbed.
Abdulmueed Balogun Adewale is a black poet and an undergrad at the University of Ibadan. He’s a Pushcart prize and BOTN Nominee. A 2021 HUES Foundation Scholar and a poetry editor at The Global Youth Review. He prays silently in his heart that his verses outlive him. He was a finalist in the 2021 Wingless Dreamer Book of Black Poetry Contest, Winner 2021 Annual Kreative Diadem Poetry Contest. His poems are forthcom(in)g: Brittle Paper, Soundings East Magazine, ROOM, Watershed Review, Decolonial Passage, The Westchester Review, The Oakland Arts Review, Subnivean Magazine, Short Vine and elsewhere. He tweets from: @AbdmueedA