Two Poems from Jimmie
By Chijimeka (Jimmie) Ezugworie ‘24
I Am
I Am.
I am the blossoming flower,
Center of attraction;
A startling red,
In the sea of dull green.
I am the sturdy sprout
That pushed through hard soil.
I am the faint light
Of the flickering lamp;
A mere nuisance to majority
But fervent in my calling.
I am the dying shine,
That found the forgotten.
I am the broken heart
That cries in pain,
Noiseless tears
That carry over hills.
I am the racing mind,
That sought a lost message.
I am the raging thunder,
Through the windy storm;
The crackling racket
Of the world’s wavering temper.
I am the wrathful quake,
That shatters and razes.
I am a million concealed things,
Things well stowed.
I am a blend of good spices,
A mosaic of pretty colors.
I am a combination
Of the finest perfumes.
I am a fire to be smothered,
With gentle words
And kind hands.
I am a baby to be lulled,
With soothing songs
And a warm touch.
I am a soft, gentle breeze
A calm west wind.
I am a mother’s joy
And a father’s pride.
I am subtlety in itself,
I am muted bliss.
I am none of the evil said of me,
Only a misunderstood villain
Wanting to be hero.
I am not to be misconstrued
As these fiery creatures
That occupy my body
And inhabit my mind.
Untitled Volume III
Unspoken words
For unbroken hearts,
Sorry.
Placation to the unsullied
Manipulation to the damaged.
Fuel to ignite
This fire, this furnace
Growing and spreading
Through and through.
Grating on ears
And minds
And souls
Meaningless words
For sheltered souls,
Home.
Building to the unscarred
Haven for the broken.
An illusion but a place,
Blurring these lines
Between true and fake.
Dystopia, utopia
United, one roof
Discordant music
But true sanctuary.
Treacherous words
For the dainty mind,
No.
Resistance to the untouched
Challenge to the battered.
An escape, a way out
Where no is no is no
A million times over.
A single word
Could break all chains
If only I knew
How to wield it.
