A reminder

By: A'ishat Àkànó

Another year, another story, same body 

365 days what do you hold

in your palm for us?

Days are like weird spirits;

They move in terrific ways.

While you count them,

they count your days.

My smile is with me

and so are my tears

I'll call on them,

these days, with

pain in my heart

or songs on my lips.

I'll carry this heavy load

I need not a cane

to remind me of yesterday

and the screams that shared its hours

My gold (wúrà) is home 

And my mirror (dígí) right by my side;

A constant reminder that I am far from home.

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