No Longer Poem by Ezio Olubelleau

No longer
Do I speak to you.
I have outgrown your lies,
Your sweet, honeyed fairy tales,
The made-up fables
You spun like golden threads—
Knowing, always,
They were fantasy.

Yet you sold me a dream,
Packaged it neatly,
As if it were cookies
Growing in your backyard,
Fresh, warm, and real.
And I believed,
For a time.

But the sweetness turned bitter,
The cracks began to show,
And the dream crumbled
Like dust in my hands.

No longer
Do I speak to you.
I have found my voice,
And with it,
The strength to walk away.

No longer
Will I swallow your words,
Or kneel to the mirage
You built in my mind.
I am free.

No longer
Do I speak to you.