Poetry from Adesiyan Oluwapelumi

'Fist'

Somedays, my anger is like my fist
And believe me it's always clenched.

I'm afraid of opening my hands
'cause I might sprawl a disaster

Most time, I hold my tongue-tied
as best as I can
and believe me I try to stop my speech
and hold my breath
'cause if I didn't
I would have said 
'Fuck you'
a thousand times.

    Adesiyan Oluwapelumi