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Care Mistreat

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Where peace of mind is hard to find

And you hope that the world will be kind

When care turns to fear and you quiver at the very thought of him

You look in his eyes and all you see is lies

The lies buzz like flies on a huge pile of shit

Offended by the filth!

The stench is lethal you have to flee

When your heart becomes like a tennis ball

Bouncing from racket to racket

Till its smacked down hard on the ground

The victorious cheer at your expense

When you close your eyes in sleep

Tormented thoughts

They turn into nightmares

And still you have to summon courage to face another day

Care like wear and tear

Exhausted you combust

Like a grenade about to explode

With all the load you’ve had to bear

Finally, you have to abort

Less it kills what’s left of you

Your care turns to a glare as you look back at your life

Flush strife down the toilet drain

Thrive on the gain of pain

Sowing in new soils

Praying for rain

 

©Nina Fabunmi 2016

http://www.ninafabunmi.com

 

 

 

 

Despicable

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Weeds growing under the high buttresses of dense trees

But they are just weeds

They need to be cut down, plucked out, discarded of

So that the trees can breathe easy

Trash!!!!

Belongs in the garbage can

I picked it up, dusted it out and tried to recycle it

Over and over again

I put fragrances on it to hide its foul smell

But it was too intense to be disguised

Eventually, I had to put it right back in the garbage where it belonged

I thought about making a sacrificial basket to Yemaya

To drown the foolishness deep under the ocean

But I didn’t want the fish to perish

That’s how despicable

Couldn’t turn paper into plastic

Couldn’t scrub the stripes off the Zebra

Optimism hath become a synonym for idiocy

The weeds

I had to cut them down

That I may breathe easy

And like the tall thick trees with high buttresses

That I may grow easy

To the heights that nature hath intended for me

Embracing the sun, moon and sky

Flourishing in the new freedom that is me

Less I become a part of that which I find utterly despicable

 

©Nina Fabunmi 2016

http://www.ninafabunmi.com

Plucking Petals

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Precious flower

I hold on to you

Nature, earth, sun, wind

How still you sway from side to side

They are plucking petals off your stalk

And still I hold on to you

I smell your scent

I soak in your beauty

And I hurt as I watch you wither away

Giving away my precious petals

You let them in

I hold on to you

But when I shut my eyes to sleep

They pluck your petals

You stagger, you stutter, swaying from side to side

I am still holding on to what’s left of you

Though you let them pluck your petals

Plucking at you

Endlessly

Plucking petals

 

©Nina Fabunmi

http://www.ninafabunmi.com

Life Is A Shark

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Life is a shark and we are all swimming in an ocean of oblivion

Prying on each others fears

Feasting on one another

And not knowing when we will finally be swallowed up

Or given a bite to end it all

Shallow waters are warm

Yet we swim to the depths hunting for treasure

Soon the pressure suffocates us

But we are greedy and undeterred

Constantly seeking

Feeding on others

Swimming in a sea of uncertainty

Where nothing is promised

And we are only as good as the moment we live in

And then the shark finally takes the bite

Our lights go out

And we wonder what all that swimming was for

 

Nina Fabunmi

http://www.ninafabunmi.com

Wait Till I’m Dead and Gone

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Wait till I am dead and gone

For the only sure thing in life is death

Keep looking till you find what you’ve always had

You will never find again what you had already found

But by then it will be too late

My spirit will be flying high

Watching over you

Crying with you

Sobbing over your miserable life

My inert corpse will be lying in my grave

My flesh decomposed to manure

My bones burnished and white like the feathers on a dove

Only then will you be able to see through me

My transparency, honesty and absolute devotion to you

But by then it will be too late

You will stumble to my graveyard on your hunch back

Your crapulent bones, your baldhead and your walking stick

I will watch you cry over my tombstone

Longing for the life you should have had with me

And I will grow roses to acknowledge your tears

But by then it will be too late

I will float over you like an angel in heaven

And send a gentle breeze to dry your tears

You will dig your grave beside mine

And long for death to take you away

But it will never come when you want it to

One day you will visit my grave

And will fall right into the one you have dug for yourself

I will be waiting for you in the after life

 

Nina Fabunmi

http://www.ninafabunmi.com

 

It’s Like Madness

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Sadness

It’s like madness

I swallowed a pill called love

It flows through my veins

And has infected me with lethality

Crazy!!! I Feel like I have gone insane

Ashamed with no one to blame but me

How could I let this happen?

It’s like walking without walking

Like one without feet and yet I am moving

Other forces have befallen me

My tongue is wagging but I said not a word

And yet I have said so much

It’s an infinite source of inspiration

I can’t stop the words from flowing

Crying

But I shed not a tear

And yet I can’t hide my heavy eyes

Like an ache without diagnosis

How can I be cured?

I drowned myself in a bottle named love

And now, I am intoxicated

Calamity, its insanity

I have thrown myself to the ground

And banged my head against the wall

In my futile effort to shake it off

How do I rid myself of this torment?

Bruised, broken and battered

It’s like Madness

 

Nina Fabunmi

http://www.ninafabunmi.com

 

Our Perfect World

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Waiting For Him

I have kept you in my dreams

Trapped in a world that only exists in my false reality

A place where I can share you with no other

And transient things are not a bother

I spend the nights in your arms

And I awake in your embrace

I have a script for everyday

It all goes according to plan

I have you in my thoughts

When I close my eyes you smile at me

You lift me up and swirl me around

You whisper sweet nothings and make me merry

In a world where all is perfect

Where unicorns fly and homes are like floating clouds

We are like gods and goddesses

Eternal, peaceful and beautiful

My slumber is deep

I dare not wake

Less I be compelled to face my harsh reality

Where my tears flow like waterfalls

And my heart has been battered to a pulp

I spend the days waiting for night to come

So I can fall deep into sleep

To be with you once more

In a place where unicorns fly

Where we float on clouds like gods and goddesses

Our perfect world

 

Nina Fabunmi

http://www.ninafabunmi.com

Experience Culture Through Portraiture

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Inspired by the Themes of the African Diaspora, my portraits go beyond what meets the ordinary eye by allowing my subjects to experience a culture they may have originally been a part of. I explore human origins by experimenting with adornment and tribal embellishments from several regions. I paint with a palette knife, deliberately creating texture which evokes the emotions of an unspoken account.

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The Middle Passage

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Need I say more, this piece speaks for itself. After many nights of watching Django unchained, I couldn’t get the images of the enslaved out of my head. It haunted me, followed me everywhere I went and finally, I spilled it out on a 5ft x 40 inches canvas and after I painted it, I was afraid of what I had created. I truly began to understand the fact that artists are controlled by forces greater than themselves. I am a medium for stories which need to me told. This is the migration story, it speaks of the bravery, torture an resilience of those who had to go through the middle passage. http://faso.com/boldbrush/painting/83594 http://www.ninafabunmi.com

She Lays and She Ponders

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Love! What is my offence?

I am here at my defense

In what way have I erred thee?

You have left me to my loneliness

The air is heavy and still

It’s descended upon me and made me a static

Motionless, awaiting your command

Yet I did all that you asked of me

Gave my body, my heart, my soul to you

You have stripped me and left me bare

Despite all that I share

I am waiting patiently

Believing in you, trusting you

Like a baby in the arms if its mother

But you have kept me in this state

I can’t take a breath without calling out to you

Food is tasteless

Sleep is like labor

You have possessed me

And like the blood that flows through my veins

I cannot live without you

So why then have you done this to me?

I lay and I ponder

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