The Stoning Mind Poem by Ifeoluwa Philips

I have my tongue split
I have it's margin in piece
I have my words in number
I have all the counts asunder
I knew my track
I have many songs to hear
Yet I repeated a track
All ears lost even to hear
I have loin my mind
Either wrong or right I don't mind
The way is short
But I chose to walk in long and not be shut
I have built my hope beneath my tongue
My belly conceived many voices
Yet with bones unbent remains my tongue
How long my view is right, I couldn't count their voices
So I walk so long in dilemma
Shows of trust in eyes reddish
Plainness of honest only to darling self
I walk and slip yet trust my soles
I walk and fall yet love my soul
Heart beams loud and pain in smile
I have so many words to darling mind
Listen and yield but to thy inner word
Ignore to them their priceless word
Ignite love candle to see through their heart
Be of weak but stronger than ever
Be of stronger but weaker to their desire
When it's dawn
Remembered thy walk alone