Jesse Ojuka

I’d rather they feel the heat
So, they can appreciate the cool breeze
Words dipped in sticky poison
Don’t stain as much
I hope they don’t say I’m manic
Freedom wraps around me like silk
My spirit is in my body
It isn’t in the memory of my younger self
I still play
Curiosity carries me to bed
After it’s sailed me around the cosmos
Let go, let go
Erupt, allow the molten to fall
To realise it rubs the skin
Get out of your way
Just be you, let yourself flow
Banish the warrior’s ego blocking the door
That traps your true self from seeing the light.