for albinism But I see in the noon I see the timekeeper when he rings the bell as we close for the day I see the dust raises when school kids walk home in numbers I see cloud gathers when it is sunny, The brightness of the atmosphere, the beauty of the horizon Doesn't go behind my eyes unappreciated The sun is only jealous of the glow my skin oozes, She cannot attack the moon for lightning the darkness, She's afraid I'm going to steal her show in the daylight, So she attacks me instead, she gives me sunburn Even though she's not giving me answers, I ask the sun everyday why we can't both glow together, afterall The earth is vast enough to contain our lights. My hair, gold - I'm my own goldsmith My eyes, crystal! My lips, maroon, rich dark red My eyelashes, swaying like an unbothered leaf See, I don't even need a makeup kit in my bedroom This body defines another beauty nature carries Some say I am a deity, so I ask, why do you want to hurt a deity? Why do you look down on a deity? Don't you see that my fingers are wands full of light? Me! A body made to shine! A body made of gold! A body made of light, can you see the light? Failure to see that I am light in the noon and the night makes Me want to ask who really can't see in the noon, Can you see the light?
About the Author:
Ayobami Kayode is a Literature in English student at Usmanu Danfodio University, Sokoto. He is the Interviews Lead of Book O’Clock Review and the Editor in Chief of The Poetry CLUB UDUS. His works have been published or forthcoming in Konya Shamsrumi, Punocracy, àtẹ́lẹwọ́, BBPC Anthology, IceFloe Press, Iman Collective, Cult of Clio, and elsewhere. He was the second runner-up in the Green Write Poetry Contest (2021). He hails from Ibadan, Oyo State, Nigeria. He tweets @AyobamiKayode15.
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