POEM: DEADPAN by Solape Adetutu Adeyemi
My face is always deadpan
You cannot know the half of what I go through
The emotions ravaging my heart
The thoughts fighting in my head
Fighting for expression
Longing for release
My face must be deadpan
I cannot express the hurt inside
I’ll be labelled weak ,you see
I am a full blooded African woman
I cannot, must not be anything but strong
I’ll be cautioned ‘ To control myself!’
I must keep up with this dead pan mask
For your good and mine
I observe all societal niceties
I smile when appropriate
And frown when needed
I cannot allow people to hear
The very loud noises in my head
I must be deadpan
I must be strong
The pressure threatening to submerge me
Must be submerged by me
No one must see it
No one must know it
It appears my life is great
It appears I have it all
But,I know I’m loosing my marbles
I am going crazy
But I must keep pretending
I must keep being dead pan
Solape Adetutu Adeyemi is a creative writer, blogger( lifewithtutu.blogspot.com) and poet. She has published articles in Lagosmetro TV, Write now literary journal, Rejected magazine and a poem titled, Love My Essence in an anthology: Lullaby of Silence.She has a Bachelor's degree in Microbiology and a Masters in Environmental management from the University of Lagos and has worked for over 12 years in FMCG in varying capacities.
Beautiful!
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DeleteNicely put and a perfect depiction of our struggles and the need to keep fighting. Weldone dear
ReplyDeleteTrue picture of the African woman struggle. Weldone Tutu
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