Hung Before I Am Heard
am gagged. Live on other people’s terms.
have no voice.
try to speak. They shut me up.
Be grateful, they say,
The homeless would jump at the opportunities
Be happy, they muse, be contented.
You have shelter.
a shelter that I am squeezed into.
feel imprisoned in it. I live in bondage.
am free but I live in chains.
like a criminal, breathing behind the iron bars.
in a room where I can only sit. It is arduous to stand.
have become frail.
am battered. I am broken.
one wants to come to me.
have no voice.
out of cowardice; but out of helplessness.
seems meaningless. It is useless to fight.
take stock. Everyday separating the living from the dead.
living wish to die. The dead find solace in the peace which is death.
this tunnel does not promise light.
in self-pity is a norm,
in cloth of depression and pain.
of disillusionment rip my soul apart
it holds on to the trenches of hope.
there seems to be no glimmer of hope.
as the glimmer of light is struggling to seep in,
is my freedom?
is long overdue.
matter what my face reflects, the struggle is real on the inside.
have gone with the tides.
has happened to some, but many are hanging on to the thin thread of hope.
question is when? How soon will it be?
How I wish freedom was near. This struggle is
hope I survive. That my life will get better.
the light will permeate.
Believe In You!
feel the hurt, the rejection. It pierces through my skin.
rips my heart open. The blood of dejection gushes out.
pain cleaves my bone. Grief holds my soul captive.
pain brings me to the very cringe of my existence.
it is not fair, the way my life has been relegated,
way hope was taken away from me.
been quite a journey,
a burden larger than life, no one caring about me.
the world, not anyone.
I keep pushing.
prove that my life isn’t a waste.
burden on my shoulders weighs heavily,
I will arise from the debris of rejection.
tomorrow depends on my choices.
live or to die, to fail or to succeed.
life kicks hard, but live I must.
rejection, this condemnation
the drive for purposeful living.
succeed. I’ll rise above all relegation.
will swim in the ocean of relevance.
every door shut, I will open multiple doors.
My revenge for this hurt is success.
This pain will launch me into greatness.
I know it is hard. Some days I just want
to give up.
But giving up won’t take me to my desired
I need no escape. I just need to keep
Rejection becomes my catalyst to success.
It shines the torch. It creates a pathway.
I lay aside the burden of relegation.
I embrace my greatness.
Adedolapo Tunde-Muraina was born in Lagos, Nigeria. She migrated to Ireland in June 2019 and currently lives in a Direct Provision Centre in Borrisokane. A selection of her poetry has previously been published in Vessel of Voices: An Anthology of New Tipperary Writing, edited by John W. Sexton. She is currently on a Scholarship with Dublin City University studying Psychology (through its University of Sanctuary Programmes).