Warriors (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

I know you’re fighting battles; Deep within yourself, I understand what it means- To be at war with oneself. I know you can’t always talk about it; I understand the risks of vulnerability. I know there’s much you’ve kept inside, Buried deep in secrecy. I know your joy is an impression; You smile only toContinue reading “Warriors (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

A written world (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Aren’t we all just words In a poem about a world In which poetry is written I know that may sound absurd But Aren’t we all just books Exchanging glances and looks When our stories seem similar And we then decide to share plots enroute… Aren’t we all just written art With similar beating heartsContinue reading “A written world (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

Who we are now (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

It keeps getting harder To tell the two apart To see where one ends and where another starts You can see much joy in the pictures Hiding grief behind them While we smile in front of cameras We often fall apart behind them. We have more followers Than we have friends But this isn’t anContinue reading “Who we are now (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

Monday (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Monday is a morning to a week It’s waking up to possibility Monday is a genesis To all that can be. Monday is the tone The tone you pitch; Monday is taking your wounds, And giving them a little stitch. Monday is finding your strength; And holding it with great grip. Monday is taking everyContinue reading “Monday (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

What addiction feels like (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

An urge; Is what I called it. Until these feelings started to surge And soon I couldn’t hold it So I gave in. Sensual desire got the best of me- I took a shot at withdrawal But it only returned pain and anxiety- So I gave in. This is a cell I’m enslaved in. HowContinue reading “What addiction feels like (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

SHE IS THE WORLD

Out of her the world’s nations were birthed and from her our master’s kin was raised.She is queen who isn’t afraid to tilt her head and pick up the world’s broken pieces. She is the wind, whisking away yesterday’s chaos from the world. She is healing from today’s pain and joy for your sorrow.She isContinue reading “SHE IS THE WORLD”

THE RISING PHONIEX

I will rise as glorious and hot as the summer sun.I will rise with an illumination of greatness in this society filled with so much broken esteem.I will rise and show my mother’s sons and daughters that they are worth is not and should never be defined by their possessions. With wings like an EagleContinue reading “THE RISING PHONIEX”

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