Olorunkemi Kareem Biography

I am tired.
Tired of folding my heart into smaller shapes
just so you'd find it easier to hold.
Tired of swallowing my pain
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I wanted to be a prefect—
not for the applause,
not for the title pressed into fabric,
but because it felt like proof
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They didn't bully me.
They dismantled me.

One word at a time.
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I smile in rooms where I'm barely seen,
A whisper behind every louder scene.
The friend they remember when no one's around,
A voice they reach for when theirs makes no sound.
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There were nights I sealed my heart like a tomb,
Burying every prayer beneath the rubble of doubt.
Still, You came—
soft as the dawn,
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