What Am I?
By Mubarakat Akinshipo
I stand here the most and
you, she and he watch me here the most
I like here the most as I can be seen the most
unless I am part of a collage
and at the most I am surrounded
and the company is founded at the most possible
yet independent and free in creativity
in preparation … a climax I cannot explain
I see you, her and he your eyes all watching me
at the most of my capability… I perform
falsify your error it is not anything to me
it is the truth you cannot conclude
argument is not as strong
each bar got the mike sprung
because I perform … but for who ?
I had longed for your gaze
for all of you to be like that was amazing
yet I realised I was in one of them fazes
I lost track of who I should perform for
because I do not need to be adored
as my name is nothing compared to The Lords
my stage is only this spot …
What am I ?
Secrets you should know to unfold
you never know what will come out that envelope
am I trying to preach like the pope
yet my secrets are trying to cope
based on all the poets that stood before me
cope behind the burdens of curtains
trustworthy or uncertainty
people I trust still betray me verbally
and the perpetrators could not believe
what had gone on in that pivotal scene
Have you guessed who I am?
Who am I?
as the lights are gleaming
who is running this scene
who is the conductor of this orchestra team
for they are confused as if they were abused
but some can choose the tools that control my volume
Constructed as I am I stand
I am a poets best friend
I descend as their mouths amend
if they win the prize
Who am I?
I guess you guessed it right … a microphone