MonjolaoluwaI haven’t written anything in over a year.I have missed writing. And crying. I’m pretty sure I’m not good at either anymore. It’s been over a year since I’ve written anything. I…Apr 8, 20191Apr 8, 20191
MonjolaoluwaÌfẹ́midéÌfẹ́ mi dé. Your name moves within me like sap within tree bark. A prayer upon my lips, repeated seventy seven times seven times in…Jan 18, 20191Jan 18, 20191
MonjolaoluwaLittle birdYou, are another girl whose words spell lonely, another girl whose eyes hold mine as we walk past each other. Yours are hands warm on lips…Jan 12, 2019Jan 12, 2019
MonjolaoluwaWind beneath Willow tree.Watch me. Fall into the bible fall into belief fall into brokenness. Watch me be that which I am not. Watch me. Fall onto my knees, breasts…Nov 24, 2018Nov 24, 2018
MonjolaoluwaWe are the crossroads between a prayer and a destination.We are nothing but blank sheets in the hands of the creators, our Father in heaven and our fathers on earth. Our stories remaining…Jan 30, 2018Jan 30, 2018
MonjolaoluwaRoses Are Red, Except When They Aren’t.Roses are red and violets are blue. Roses are red in all the poems. Roses are red. Again and again and again.Sep 17, 20171Sep 17, 20171
MonjolaoluwaA Jumble of all the Questions I Asked the Boy I Loved,Before and After His Suicide.Apr 28, 20172Apr 28, 20172
Monjolaoluwa7 Reasons Why You Should Never Fall In Love With a Writer.Don’t fall in love with a writer, not even if he is a beautiful man, more than handsome, with brown eyes and the sun in his smile. He will…Feb 14, 20173Feb 14, 20173