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The Buried Voice

  Written by Aishat Adewoyin The Buried Voice I expressed myself without being told. When they express theirs, I validate. When I express mine, I’m told I’m childish. Even in the wailing of a child, His mother hears the need beneath the cry. She reaches out, “I’m here, my little one.” But from my corner, I wailed, I shouted. Yet all I heard was my own echo. In my mind, I dug a grave, Burying my voice alive. I vowed never to speak again. What’s the point when words fall into silence? My voice is gone. It’s gone. It’s gone. Aishat Adewoyin ✍️
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No One is Coming




Written by Aishat Adewoyin


No One is Coming

I’ve walked through shadows, quiet and alone,
Where echoes answer, but no voices of my own.
I’ve seen the truth in people’s empty stares,
That everyone’s lost within their own cares.
No knight will come, no hands will reach,
No balm for wounds too deep to teach.
I learned young, beneath cold skies,
To find strength in silence, not in cries.

I wanted to cry, let the sorrow flow,
But a voice inside whispered, “You know,
You’ve been here before. You’ve weathered this storm,
You’ve found light in places cold and forlorn.”
So I stand tall, in shadows cast,
Drawing strength from the burdens of the past.
For no one’s coming to save my soul,
But I’ve always known I’ve made myself whole.

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