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A Poem by Titilayo Sarah Eguridu
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Don’t dismiss me,
I may be young and restless but I know a lot
I hear the iciness in your voice when you speak to mother
I hear the vulgar words she spits at you in a whisper 
Both of you are combatants in a war torn zone I call home
A place where war crimes are rife.
Such irony...I’m surrounded by opulence and a thousand minders
...yet I feel alone, poverty stricken and sad.
My meals are the best any child could wish for 
but my appetite is constantly ruined by the verbal daggers you throw at each other at the dinning table.
You both wonder why I’m sickly
Do you care? (I scream in  head)
As if on cue...you start arguing 
It graduates to arms flying
My minders clear up the carnage after you both declare a temporary cease fire 
While my young heart seeps crimson drops on the expensive oriental rug in my room
I cry in anguish
This is hell...not home
...somebody!save me!

© 2020 Titilayo Sarah Eguridu


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Michael Myers came to mind. All the screaming that came his way put too much voices in his head, for sure. It's not easy letting those voices out when their echo lingers in the back of your head. I love this poem. So many are abused in so many ways. This poem creates that situation, flashback, powerful write. Silence doesn't quite the voices like in space. Many people relate to this. tyfs

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Titilayo Sarah Eguridu

4 Months Ago

Brilliantly analyzed.
Long after the events…the echos linger on with earth shattering conse.. read more



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this is a tearful, aching, vulnerable and regretful narrative. every child deserves a happy home, yet they seem to be few and far between. my own childhood was overall a happy one, but i still haven't forgotten the fights my parents had - that lead to divorce. i know the feeling of being powerless and helpless. when you're just a child, your parents are supposed to protect you - but when they become the source of anxiety, where do you turn to? this was a heavy work, but a story that needs to be told.

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Titilayo Sarah Eguridu

2 Months Ago

There is so much going on in the world and children bear the brunt of a great chunk of the poor choi.. read more
Michael Myers came to mind. All the screaming that came his way put too much voices in his head, for sure. It's not easy letting those voices out when their echo lingers in the back of your head. I love this poem. So many are abused in so many ways. This poem creates that situation, flashback, powerful write. Silence doesn't quite the voices like in space. Many people relate to this. tyfs

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Titilayo Sarah Eguridu

4 Months Ago

Brilliantly analyzed.
Long after the events…the echos linger on with earth shattering conse.. read more
This one is filled with pain and anxiety. The speaker is young and apparently lives with the family. The home, however, is a "war torn zone" where the parents regularly verbally, and possibly physically, abuse each other, oblivious to the effect on the child. This kid is going to need some serious counseling to erase the emotional scars. No child should have to deal with such a situation.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Titilayo Sarah Eguridu

4 Years Ago

Thank you for reviewing my work John.
The emotional damage done to kids in this kind of circu.. read more

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Added on May 19, 2020
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Titilayo Sarah Eguridu
Titilayo Sarah Eguridu

Lagos, Ikeja, Nigeria



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I believe in God and love people. I love being a story teller who crafts narratives that leave a lasting impression. My mantra is to become a better version of myself daily. more..

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