She knows the law
But broke the love
Into unfixable pieces
With those mean words
In the month of September
In an ember temper
I guess I vividly remember
I could feel it,
The world was crumbling
Crumbling and tumbling
From the tallest height
Different persons
Different lessons
Various seasons
But same lame reasons
I remember, she said to me:
You are the best man for my sex
But her words turned out to be
A vicious quest in its best
A truthful lie in disguise
Then,
I realised
That a woman in her prime
Has a liberty in crime
Basit Olatunji
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Ijagun Poetry Journal is a quarterly journal that provides a platform from which we can tell our own stories in the authenticity of their multiplicity through the poetic medium. We don’t want to hear these stories from our master “griots” alone; we want to hear from those mastering their art, too. Hence, we aim at publishing new and emerging poets. We also welcome the works of established poets in order to encourage the poetic genius of those mastering poetic art. We prize original works that conform to, break or reinvent conventions. Again, we accept reviews and critical essays on poetry. We also accept powerful art works and photographs that make us appreciate the "poetry" in everything.
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