I’ve lost contact with that world
With it’s abnormal dimensions and
Geometrical architecture that speaks
The truth of an only.
I now sing Shirk and think it wise when
I dance to the “strangers” music and mingle
Among the “commoners” wishes.
I pray to no direction and
Act out no ablution.
Woe be the compass and be burnt every
Mat of calligraphy.
For I am tied not to the wishes of no
Man who pays heed not to my peace
I speak no Kalimah and say cursed be
Shahadah. I ascend to no paradise nor
Descend to any Jahannam.
I oath to freedom and dance to joyness.
No more shall I sink to depression
After my virtue is ripped to perfection
Then they seek me “produce witness.”
I shed no tear of pain
But cry my song of victory proclaiming
My grace, is freedom.
~ Mercy Oluwarinu.