I Ran

I ran
With my short tige tige legs
And its springy steps
Like that of a tolotolo 
I ran when my mother called
She called me in her husky voice 
Like the reach of Yeye, the High Priestess in a coven
I ran
Past the reaching hands of miscreants, the agbayas we called uncle
Reaching for my small agbalumo breasts
I ran
But not fast enough 

• This piece was first performed on the 19 th of October 2019 at Scratch Tyne, North East England and is an excerpt from the Poetry Collection ‘Dear Rebekah’.

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