Yvette Uloma Dimiri
Sep 8, 2018 · 1 min read

JUSTICE

You are not made of something I cannot break.

But I will not break you by swinging my axe, blow after chipping blow, and watching you fall apart.

No, your stubborn type does not break that way.

I will walk away while you are whole, stood up straight, shoulders back and looking down at me.

But when you see my back, know that I will think no more of you.

After I lose your gaze be sure that I will forget your name.

But you will stand there, fixed up on your perch and you will wonder

and wonder why I did not turn around

Yvette Uloma Dimiri

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Media Professional living in Lagos, Nigeria. Writing on love, and other human stuff.

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