Doxa Zannou is a sophomore at Eastern University from Benin. She is an aspiring poet who often forays into spoken word, and has been featured in SAB coffee0houses on campus since she started as a student in January 2015. Follow her on Instagram @poeticdoxology.
Lucid At Last
I will not
Lose my mind
To love you or
Love you with
A lost mind.
Drugged Socialization
“But I exist!” She protested.
Yet their eyes seared
Right through her;
For she was-
Nothing but smoke
And they were-
Nothing but stoned.
Guilt-Ridden Silence
The fire roars before the dull,
Wide-open eyes of mute
Spectators struck into silence
By their incinerating sins.
They only believe in
The viciousness of fire
When the ashes of their lives
Blow up in their faces.
An End of a Season
I stand on the ruins of an end –
An end of a season;
The waning and death of fire
And yet the beginning of
Snow-white hibernation
And the rebirth of new things
And I thank God that He has
Seen me through four seasons
Of life where I evolved
And learned to embrace change
Alive Through Death
You – delivered into
Sinful hands,
Were the deliverance,
We sinners needed.
In Remembrance
You were a candle
That burned in the
Darkest, moonless night.
Your flame raged and died
Before your light ever did.