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Writing was always something I knew I had a ‘sort-of’ talent for; still, I was never able to complete a
piece. I wanted to be a novelist, I knew I had the creative mind, but I was just never able to complete a
piece. It just wasn’t happening.
Poetry, on the other hand, had never crossed my mind. All my life I had an intuition that I could not
write poetry, that people who could do so had fairy dust sprinkled over their brains and gunmetal grey
pens.
So, I kept going at my novels. Every few months, I would start one, and a few pages later - zilch. There
was simply no momentum.
This changed in April 2017, when I penned my first poem, after watching a period drama. I wrote a short
poem, and then another one, and another one, and another one … and I haven’t been able to stop since
then. It then clicked: for almost the last two decades, I had been super-focused and determined to write
novels, when my talent clearly laid in poetry; it was all a matter of redirection and self-discovery.
Sometimes we close doors before we even look to see what’s inside them, and if I have any advice for
writers, it’s to do exactly the opposite of that. Explore. Defy. Play around.
Currently, my poems have appeared or are forthcoming in the Rising Phoenix Review, the Scarlet Leaf
Review, and Sentinel Literary Quarterly. Truly, I’m excited for the future.
Akachi Obijiaku on Her Poetry
The poems in this collection cover the themes of family, self-worth, grief, and interpersonal
relationships. What underlines them all is the idea of being human. Abstract poems are fine, but
oftentimes they are not my style. For example, I penned The False Promise ofEgalitarianism to echo the
increasing attention wealth inequality is getting in the press.
Living in today’s society is complex enough, and I like words that tickle memories overtly and remind us
that we’re not alone in this.
These are the ten pieces that have inspired my poetry so far; I enjoy all art, so there’s variety in media
type:
4) "Being brought up one way and trying to see another way is very difficult", Perry Smith [Nonfiction |
Location: Kansas State Penitentiary]
7) The Lion Fell in Love with the Lamb by Carter Burwell [Music | Composition]
10) … as a writer, I would say my future self deserves this spot. Few things inspire me more than the
idea that tomorrow I shall be greater than who I am today.
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“Worthless Stocks”
Hjhhbb
But his suit is now cleaner, his card blessed with a suffix
But the stares and sniggers make me feel once again like a negroid
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It’s not my fault that the novelty of a civil union wears off quick,
My partner and I are tired of just staring into each other’s eyes
I know it’s wrong but how did I pick the wrong card
While my lifelong friends celebrate nursery graduations and awkward puberty talks
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For there are a million more worthy things on which to expend energy on
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These morons fail to consider that it’s mainly down to a given situation
And the only anomaly here is their false perception of human behaviour.
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“Paused Perfection”
but with each sunset, I tear the page and fall into a pit of rage.
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“I Thought of My Grandfather”
But too much flour and family tension burst out the diabetes
the more I try to not think, the more questions spring up!
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“With You”
I’m stuck alone in a room with you
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“Conflicted”
Wow
I feel it
I feel the space
I feel the emptiness of not having a sea of acquaintances to laugh with in this warm summer night
Wow
I feel it
I feel the beautiful touch of resilience as I walk on the streets with a sense of independence
Wow
I loath it
I loath my desperation
I loath that I do not look around and see warm faces making merry together
Wow
I loath it
I loath encountering individuals who always feel the need to be around other people all the time
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How is it that I know your political orientation, religious disposition, your healthy brunch notion,
The attraction of this social media revolution has drained us of all affection
… but only because I flick the screens and yours seems to be.
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And my mother think it’s fatal but I think she’s just post-natal
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