Behind this 8 letter word lies decades of truth
And a power so strong
Yet unspoken towards you
A faith so powerful
It kept our people strong
When hope was a myth in the midst of the unknown
(As their world, unfailingly – crumbled down)
But it isn’t really the unknown
Rather a picture we dare not imagine
To put grace to face, to a moment of time
Where discrimination was ‘high fashion’
So where is the power? And how is this true?
If it begins and ends with suffering, how must we purchase strength and call it our truth?
Through trials and tribulations,
One thing remains true,
What was purposed for destruction
Broken down and fought in the name of justice and truth
Is now our power.
Harnessed by our ancestors and bestowed upon you
A powerful reminder
To the person across this page
That regardless of your troubles
You can be the change
Neither here nor there, putting colour aside-
May this word encourage you
Of the power that resides
When we take what once was
And for some still is
And through purpose and power
We choose to live.
9 Responses
Wow….well written. Keep up the good work Boluwatife.
Such an inspiration Hun, well done Bolu. Keep up the good work 👏
Beautiful!
Great job . Keep up the good work
This is powerful and inspirational!
Congratulations Bulawatife👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾
This is amazing Bolu! The writing is beautiful.
February carries weight and confidence far beyond the page. The way you weave history, faith, and resilience into a message of agency is both mature and deeply intentional. This poem doesn’t shy away from hard truths, yet it ends with hope rooted in choice and purpose. That balance is rare and powerful. Keep writing your voice matters, and it’s already making space for others to reflect and grow.
Very well written Bolu and so true.
Inspiring and well said!