Olúwafèyíṣarámi

clothed in every shade of color and adorned in only the wrappers befitting to a bride every style, every texture, every hue to wring out the perfection in you... ... but our hands now, are tied; you are best left naked; untouched; and in jail, untried; as a stillborn, your birth never saw the light of day. dead; on that tearful sunny day three years ago. phabrique.

... the barren black desert spread wide before me the ocean of sand swallows me in its expanse,i squint yet i still am, the barren. let those who see spread their hem to hang me on, till i conceive a lamp for my stand. give me water in the desert; as u have done before, so let mine be let the barren be with child give me a lamp for my stand. phabrique.