Poets Resist
Edited by Asante Keron Hamid
November 21, 2018
Kolawole Samuel Adebayo
If Fame Comes or Not
At times, I type my name into Google,
Tell the search engine to search for who I am,
And the internet tells me I am scanty — nothing about the street
I grew up in, nothing about my secondary school laurels,
Only a few pictures trying to colour me into limelight.
When I was a boy, I wanted to be famous,
To be the alpha male leading the line
In a pack of wolves, trudging the army on,
Bearing the torch that lights the forest.
But I have realized that fame
Is a distant city that only a few find.
So, I don’t wanna be famous no more.
I don’t want the scrutiny of the spotlight no more.
I am a traveler walking around the edges of the earth
And I just wanna do enough to bury my name in the beach of hearts,
To write myself as an epitaph on your mind’s walls.
It does not matter if the internet knows who I am or not,
As long as I am there in your heart — undead — still living
Even after my departure, it’s okay. Really, it’s okay.
And if I am lucky enough, I will be one of those
That the city comes to even when they don’t look for it…
Poets Resist is published by Glass Poetry Press.
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