Samuel Oluwatobi Olatunji and Opeyemi Gaji
My skin is a scroll with the handwriting of my heritage
Do not time, places sojourned erase that glorious writing?
This writing is my birthmark
My skin’s soulmate till the sepulchre separates us
Even birthmarks lose its intensity
Time not only changes the seasons
Even altering the course of lives, even birthmarks
This birthmark may be bleached by time
But it breathes in the cave of my marrow
The time comes when even the body wastes away,
Do our souls retain this mark of birth you speak so highly of?
The soul without the body
Is like a book without pages
It’s ignorant of ink
Our body is indeed lost without a soul
Devoid of thoughts and dreams
A mere vessel of operating physically
So let me live my lettered flesh
Let me stay as the scroll
With the handwriting of my heritage
Before my souls sojourns out of my body.
NB: Poetry Play, a product of Artilogue in partnership with PenAStory, is a game in form of poetic dialogue for every poet on BBM. It is a game of two poets: one drops a line or more, and the other replies, flowing along until one of them gives up, or the poem gets too long. Every poem formed from this game will be published here (penastory.com) every Friday and Saturday. So poets, are you ready to play? If yes, contact Samuel via BBM: 7f5210ec