Their Eyes

The speakers thump too loud

My boys are acting proud

                  Their eyes dilate


Into pits, dark of light

Bereft of care, they smite.

                   Their eyes burden with weight


That edifies my guilt,

While petals of reason wilt.

                   Their eyes castrate.


My mum taught me better

I wish I didn't sweat her

But tonight, I'm



So I take a shot

Throat burns sickly-hot

                   This isn't who I want to be.


So I snort a line

To lift my mood by design

                   This isn't who I want to see


So I decide to leave

It's innocence I grieve

                   This isn't what I want for me.

-Tomi Oyemakinde