Flooding my essence on platforms that make me feel a typo way. Feelings that what I truly treasure in my life is wrong, a mistake. The necessity of these platforms makes me shackle and tame my colourful tongue. Limit my expression to words that encapsulate not the essence of my intention. Sad future generations, the …
Author Archives: nekoyeommeh
Mystic Black Bird
I know of a mystic black bird who built a nest on my kitchen counter. I was away from my dusty apartment filled with clutter. Stick, reed and leaf it built this huge cosy nest. It saw value in a place I considered a mess. I know a mystic black bird that painted melodies on …
Nyctophilia my Rescue
I switch off the world’s lights, Seek comfort in the dark, Where the light of my soul twinkles like a heart’s pulse, The light of this world blindfolds me with expectation, Slowly my essence begins to wither, I become like ‘all’. Raw, untamed, traveller is who i truly am. I am from soil, how can …
A Penny for a Flame
The artist has a flame within. A flame ignited by wild sparks of passion that fill the artists entire being. Sleepless nights as the artist pursues the dream of enlightening minds stuck in society’s 9-5 drill. Standing before you and me, the artist is naked as we consume melted pieces of their being. No longer …
Dread Shackles
Society dreads this hair, they lock we who wear it in shackles not fair. Wanna get a job? Cut that hair or at the boardroom you will never get a chair. Wanna travel? Cut that hair or at immigration they will spend long hours searching your bags, your wings might not get a chance to …
Wailing Treasure
Where is my authentic pot of treasure? Everyone knows the pot of gold is at the end of the rainbow. But rain and shine I tirelessly inquire on the whereabouts of my authentic pot of treasure. Bow and arrow they fought for our liberation but who took possession of my authentic pot of treasure? In …
Unpopular Calling
The genesis was when she followed the calling. She took off the veil of popular culture – they married not her vision. She took off her sexy high heels to liberate her bare feet – they called the stomping of her feet the mad woman’s dance. She took off her make up – they questioned …
Dictator of Existence
Dear Sun, you are my dictator of Existence. You respect not the state of my depressed soul that feeds off the comfort of my small dark room. You command positivity. Uninvited, you force your way through the thick and heavy curtains of my soul. Your beaming rays thaw the ice block around my frozen heart …
Melanin Tree
Melanin Tree. Her hairs – roots that defy gravity. Her melanin skin – a bark defiant to chipping away. Her eyes – spots where branches were once obstacles washed away by the storm of her tears. Her ears – Leaves that only absorb rays of truth. Her lips – a gentle flower awaiting touch. Her …
Thank you for being a part of my poetic journey. Thank you for taking time to read what I write. Thank you for you! ~Nekoye Ommeh.
Nekoye Ommeh Poems 