Skip to main content

TWENTY THREE By Valarie Okeyo

Twenty three be my lucky marker
This year and the next
I never thought I could live out of my twenty one and twenty two
For every one year  I kept on living in my twenty first for twenty four
Is it okay to want to stick in my twenties
For the thirties are scary but not like the forties
Is it not bad to want not to grow old 
Maybe not
For growing is knowing and knowing leads to precautions
Don't eat that it's bad for your heart
Don't drink that you will kill your kidneys
Don't sniff that you'll damage your lungs
Don't dance like that you'll break your spine
And the cycle continues
To the very last of your numbers
Twenty twenty may be old and full of worries
But are we making merry
My twenty three full of worry
Just like my twenty twenty full of misery
Forgive me twenty twenty I didn't want you broken
Bring us back the merry of twenties

Valarie Okeyo


Valarie Okoyo is twenty three years old Kenyan poet. Alongside poetry, valerie is a Nutritionist and Model and a human rights chamions. She is a great supporter of social justice, she strongly believes that every voice has a purpose and art goes a long way to amplify them.
Vallerie: I write because this is the only way I can speak out my feelings without any filter and be a new me.This is the place I became Kaylee white stone.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

ALL LIFE TIMES

A million words would not sound you out You inspire this feeling that makes me want to shout Priceless I choose to write Sound my heart unequivocally a cross life and time That it may never be forgotten that I loved And deeply so How I chanced upon you I can't tell But it must have been written in the stars That you will be the healer of my scars That love I will find on a mountain so high That flying would never be easy But splendor that is to die for This is a little loco Somehow it feels like I need your permission to breathe You leave me breathless in a nice way But this breathless is terrifying when you are away Delicate noble one you smashed me, a monster who would not break In the heat of everythig and in the rain of love A zillion flames would not melt me What is hotter than your presence and cuteness What is colder than your absence and silence How would my heart not crack in such a switch What would forge me back if not the enchanting flames of your love  In all worlds I

OVERSTAYED VISIT

You don't need me So I thank you for the good you have done I say it in silence That way you will not sense the silent good bye It hurts me that our business in your face is done But I will remember we were brothers I will pray for you For my prayer is that you fly high and steady in the strong winds I will not forget that you helped me And the much I am or will be will acknowledge you But tonight I will pack what I can And leave your house brother Not groaning For all of us are guests in each others lives In my case I must have overstayed my visit I hope love never grows old I will find peace when it thrives again But now It is obviously used. YOU CAN READ MORE

THE PARADOX

The fact that the reason to hold on is bigger than the reason to give up Does not trivialize your pain The fact that you neither shed a tear nor made a sound Does not mean you never cried The fact that you smiled all through the ceremony does not mean you were happy The fact that you are alive and happy Does not mean you aren't dead A strange ghost animating your body Not your dream self The fact you woke up with a plan Does not mean you aren't drifting through life The fact that you love a song Does not mean it makes you happy The fact that you woke when the alternative seemed lucrative Tells that you have outsmarted the paradox once more