MANY VOICES by Oma
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Many Voices Poetry Collection
- Sep 26, 2024 Table of Contents
- Sep 26, 2024 Note from Author
- Jul 1, 2024 how to reap what you did not sow
- Jul 1, 2024 The Memories Of The Childhood That Haunts Me From My First Death
- Jul 1, 2024 Take Your Hands Off My Belly
- Jul 1, 2024 On Most Days You Forget
- Jul 1, 2024 I May Not Be Fruit Afterall
- Jul 1, 2024 The Sun Is Also A Body
- Jul 1, 2024 Oh Lala To My Rebirth
- Jul 1, 2024 A Web Of Life
- Jul 1, 2024 a Speck of Life
- Jul 1, 2024 Prayer For My Finite Womb
- Jul 1, 2024 INCANTATIONS
- Jul 1, 2024 Losing My Voice
- Jul 1, 2024 this is how we stayed sane
- Jul 1, 2024 I Recommend Falling In Love
- Jul 1, 2024 The New Comer
- Jul 1, 2024 old things have passed away and sometimes are still passing
- Jul 1, 2024 End of May
- Jul 1, 2024 How Stars Are Born
- Jul 1, 2024 When I Grow Up
- Jul 1, 2024 A god's lonely
- Jul 1, 2024 Expecting The Unexpected
- Jul 1, 2024 Theory Of Detachment
- Jul 1, 2024 What The Heart Wants
- Jul 1, 2024 That One Thing
- Jul 1, 2024 The Quest For Knowledge
- Jul 1, 2024 Our Pets, Our Lives
- Jul 1, 2024 3-6-9
- Jul 1, 2024 i saw a man die
- Jul 1, 2024 How Are Geniuses Made
- Jul 1, 2024 Musings On Love
- Jul 1, 2024 Roots Hotel
- Jul 1, 2024 One Night or Another
- Jun 29, 2024 MY BODY IS A MAP THAT LEADS TO MADNESS
- Jun 29, 2024 Todays Sermon Is About This Plant
- Jun 29, 2024 We Share Our Marks and Names
- Jun 29, 2024 Come To Realize
- Jun 29, 2024 Biafra
- Jun 29, 2024 Asaaa
- Jun 29, 2024 Spirit & Bones
- Jun 29, 2024 12 Parts of the Body
- Jun 29, 2024 Iyi Uwa
- Jun 29, 2024 Aku
- Jun 29, 2024 Oji
- Jun 29, 2024 Ogidi
- Jun 29, 2024 STAY
- Jun 29, 2024 REMEMBER
- Jun 29, 2024 I Shall Not Fall
- Jun 29, 2024 IN THE MORNING
- Jun 29, 2024 STAY POSSESSED
- Jun 29, 2024 my body is an IKENGA
- Jun 29, 2024 I SAID YES
- Jun 29, 2024 I’m Right Here
- Jun 29, 2024 Have a Look
- Jun 29, 2024 the VEGANS
- Jun 29, 2024 HUNGER
- Jun 29, 2024 Where Is She?
- Jun 29, 2024 In the Image of Mother God
- Jun 29, 2024 I Wish I Wish
- Jun 29, 2024 Ancestors Seat
- Jun 29, 2024 there is something in the water that’s also in me
- Jun 29, 2024 Does my father know the chair he sits on belongs to god.
- Jun 29, 2024 What Other Options Are There?
- Jun 29, 2024 AKPU OKALATE
- Jun 29, 2024 In Other Worlds
- Jun 29, 2024 HINTS - through the lens of an Ogbanje
- Jun 29, 2024 AGABA-IDU
- Jun 29, 2024 FLOWER VASE
- Jun 29, 2024 My First Plant
- Jun 21, 2024 DADA
- Jun 21, 2024 10 Years From Now
- Jun 21, 2024 PINCH & BLOW
- Jun 21, 2024 Water
- Jun 21, 2024 Dibia
- Jun 21, 2024 the Unexpected
- Jun 21, 2024 what i think is good for me my chi questions.
- May 28, 2019 I LOST IT
- May 28, 2019 The Age of the Sun
- May 28, 2019 QUEEN OF THE COAST
- May 28, 2019 ONE HUNDRED
Note from Author
I put this poetry collection together sometime between 2021 to 2022. I had an open journal where we documented separate poems i wrote from different times between that period, and that is what has produced this body of work.
Thank you for honoring me with your time and attention by reading these poems. Engage them as you like, the comment sections are open. Expect to see more works from me, thanks again.
- Oma
Dedication
to the many voices that surround me, ezumezu, i thank you all.
how to reap what you did not sow
(title inspired by Ras Mengesha)
sleep on your right side
your body remembers
each death sentence
left on the side
of your previous lives.
refuse to wear one face
when your mask fails to hold
wash your face with water
it will remember
what the rage of the sea is,
a terrible thing.
everytime your life tries
to grow a conscience
remind it, the only reason
it festers on
is because of your god
who feels nothing in its chest
you can never forget
everything including your breath,
is made up.
The Memories Of The Childhood That Haunts Me From My First Death
I have a memory from when I was a child
I let the new dog lay on my lap while we sat on the floor
patting its back ever so gently
my cousin walked past us asking if I was alright
she must have thought of how much my audacity
to be so strange at such a young age would cost me
especially given that I was still
a part of a family where kids were not held with tenderness
not to talk of dogs which were simply security purchases
she must have thought of me as an outcast
even then they must have all known
such a child would never live long enough to grow old as a member of this family.
Take Your Hands Off My Belly
Something about the way
he asked me the question
assumed I had a child
and I did not like it.
His assumption which seemed to come into knowing
I must have planted many seeds
in my lifetime
most of which I could not stay
long enough to water.
Does this mean all of a sudden
that I am not a mother? Because,
just because I did not let myself
groom trees.
Who can accuse me
except mother nature
who bears my grief,
equally.
On Most Days You Forget
only hard nights
will remind you
there's a difference
between sleeping on your right side
to sleeping on the left side
of your body
forgotten in nightmares
wonders shall never cease to end
because we took all that nature called
holy and turned them into disregard
in the dark of the night
while we sleep
something full of precaution comes
to collect my breath
something full of boundaries crossed
disobedience tries to remind me
of the value of my life
in those moments
i call out to all the gods
including Jesus
my pleading buried in the mercy
of mother nature and
yes something full of hope answers
a beam of restoration glows
a glimpse of restitution shows its face
in the mirror of my conscience
the night returns my breath to me
daybreak reminds me that
yes the breath I just fought for
while the rest of the world was asleep
is a collective breath
now then friend
may we not rely only on hard nights
to remind us
there's a darkness
that resides under our feet
and each day we must learn
to thread on it lightly
with a lightness
we may make an attempt to
limit its reach
around above about
and beneath us
as we step on the toes
of mother earth
she calls calls
yes she calls on us
to observe the deep waters
to learn its way
today in my waiting
i heard our mother say
something about this deepwater
i know
that if it flows long enough
if it perseveres
it will meet its clean
just like our hope backed with right actions
can save us.
I May Not Be Fruit Afterall
Don't you think it's amazing how easily
the tangerine skin falls off its back
when pulled apart, leaving no spilled blood behind.
Oh what I would give to hear my mother say
‘don’t listen to them’
each time I am asked to leave my grief behind,
as easily as the tangerines skin leaves its back.
The Sun Is Also A Body
Make love to the sun
If you can dare to
Gather enough courage
To abandon the light of the moon
It's dark windy gaze, then
Make love to the sun
If you can bare its heat
And look directly into its face
Without going blind
Go ahead then
Make love to me.
Oh Lala To My Rebirth
blessings to the clouds that carry our water
blessings to my mothers chest
blessings to the child in me
who will never find her way back home
to the overwhelmed adult in need of a good cry
to the lonely artist constantly seeking reciprocated love
to the spirit who sits heavy in this body
may the great spirit of the universe
continue to provide rest and peace
to all my bossoms in need.
A Web Of Life
a silent spider climbs my wall
it stays at the center
builds a home there
webs of comfort
they say such a sight
such a neighbor
as such a spider
is a symbol of good fortune
good fortune they say
will be mine
when the silent spider shares a home with me
i wonder if the silent spider knows
it also has good fortune
as such a person
a neighbor like me
let it live within my walls.
a Speck of Life
this tiny brownish bug perched on my palm
then it flew away gently as though it was not afraid to die
and i too carried on writing intensively
as though i had not been afraid earlier that day, of my own death.
Prayer For My Finite Womb
Lord, I pray to god you take away my period before I turn 40, give me this gift mother, no more blood shedding, no more blood shedding within me great mother, I said no more, blood shedding.
Cast the hope of possible children away from my womb, place them in the belly of any one more eager to carry. Let me face my skin in peace, prevent another war from happening in my bloodline, mother, I know you understand the meaning of this prayer in depths humans cannot comprehend, great mother make me a tree again, rising from you as an everlasting soil.
water water water
the depths of my soul
with this favorable honor o god.
INCANTATIONS
Eke Eke Eke
Ekelem unu ọ
Gada Gada Gada
Gather together in my throat
O ancient parents
Come in all of you
Come and sit in my chest
Use my breath
This breath our breath
Breasts of foremothers
Founding souls
Spirit guides come come
Come and sit
Use our throats.
EKE EKE EKE
Ekelem unu ọ
Gada Gada Gada
Gather together around my shoulders
ISE.
Losing My Voice
In this dream
I was losing my voice
It kept cracking itself
In my throat
In what felt like always
I kept chasing after my mother
Mama
Mama, please don't leave me
again, Mama!
As I kept trying it kept going
I kept on it went on
After a while
My voice my mother
I lost them both
Completely.
this is how we stayed sane
the day my mother died in my chest
it was because i had first died in hers
but mothers do not lose their daughters so willing
so as long as my mother fought for me
i fought for me.
I Recommend Falling In Love
hearts get broken
wishes remain dreams
lovers are human
life gets in the way
still the heart
it wants what it wants
you deserve good things
what you want wants you
keep searching in your heart
know you are worthy
of all good things that will come
especially all the love
we have now.
The New Comer
As one life ends you will find yourself in a new one in a foreign land with multiple new languages all hidden in your mouth though you do not know how to speak any your tongue will learn to lick multiple meanings into life in two weeks your mouth will taste different you will begin to smoke cigarettes become more french than the mother you never had strangers will offer to light those burning sticks for you you will learn humans are kindest to those they will never see again then you will stop being a stranger to yourself and choose to live again.
old things have passed away and sometimes are still passing
tonight
something called out
to my old skin in the streets
i stopped and turned
could not tell who it was
i must have misheard
so we decided to become
what called out to me was a god.
End of May
Is today not Sunday
and why have all the churches
in me gone quiet
a purging stomach wakes me up
in the middle of the night
a raging period makes me wonder
have i not earned the steps it takes
to be a woman however i like.
How Stars Are Born
Every star is made of burn
Each sun is made of fire
Every glory gives in to some kind of death
Each great person understands their price and still says yes
Yes and Yes
to the burning of their darkness
to bring forth each light.