Grace Elioku
aka. Radiant Gracie

From this antiqued breast, I sip my muse
Cos am human, a reflection of my phobia
To chill my spines and heal ill emotions
Through the genre of its therapeutic power
Trafficked through metaphoric verses
And stanzas that disobey grammar’s rules
Painting imageries of my innermost reflections
And spiking up rhythms on my muscle walls
From its adventurous rhymes
And lines that punch morals into my senses.