Portrait

Son paint my dreams as yours.

I am too tired to carry around a canvas.

Be careful not to paint the wrong pictures.

Never try to make the pictures too perfect,

Perhaps, I should give you my life’s atlas.

Son, paint my dreams as yours.

Heedfully smear the colors, make no defect,

This painting, thy guide, thy compass.

Be careful not to paint the wrong pictures.

The piece of my life, duly confect.

Continue in my stead, this life is but a bypass.

Son, paint my dreams as yours.

Paint on with black sweat, show my defect.

Golden strokes on your rising trademarks.

Be careful not to paint the wrong pictures.

Write my rights, my wrongs do not correct.

Tell my tale, my itch to always outclass.

Son, paint my dreams as yours.

Be careful not to paint the wrong pictures.

Author’s Bio: The poem is written by Tenney Balogun, Victoria Ufedo (ViqScribbles) and Samuel Obadofin (Phoenix Bholt). They are the members of an Instagram community, entitled ‘Silent Whisperers,’ which is a small platform for aspiring writers in Africa.

To read more of their works, follow: https://instagram.com/thesilentwhisperersng?igshid=gtt0agcpI103

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