Henrietta Ezegbe Poems

Roots in shifting soil,
A quiet strength in the change —
Flourish in the now.
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I did not come here to disappear.
I arrived carrying myself, unpacked and breathing.

They call it fitting in as if it were kindness, as if softening your vowels were the same as being welcomed, as if rooms that never pictured you could teach you how to belong.
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Morning finds me set.
The room holds.
Chairs face forward.
The floor does not shift.
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She pauses.
A breath held too long,
a question resting behind the eyes like a cup not yet lifted.
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Stay with me here now
Growing without shrinking back
Boundaries held soft
Stewarding my light with care
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First, the ecstatic joy of meeting
Fire sparks go off, love is in the air!
In tow follows the sad extinguish
O modern dating, just like clockwork.
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Once upon an enigma
With pearls for teeth, they seem to live to smile
Ever beaming from inside out
With gold for a heart, their aura serenades
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Pretty sure this happened.
Or maybe not?
Cold night on call
Walking the site pavements alone in the dead of the night
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Keeper of endings and beginnings,
you move softly through golden light
whispering surrender, renewal
and faith in what the eyes cannot see.
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Salutation Is Not Love
Nostalgia is a storyteller,
and she lies beautifully,
softening the edges of moments
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