Salome Agbaroji: “Headspace”


What is this place?
I think I like this place.
A space to taste and elaborate on whatever comes to mind.

I think I like this mind.
One of a kind,
Nickels to dimes into gold in there.

I want some gold!
This feels like gold.
I get to be bold and mold my thoughts,
Fold what I am told into something beautiful.
Never hot nor cold,
Just lukewarm perfection.
I hold on and don’t let go.

I don’t want to go.
I’ve just made something great.
Meditate? Clear my mind?
Then what I create will be erased!
Don’t deface my art!
This is my heart!
On paper, in notes,
In tunes, in keys,
In trees. Save the bees.

Wait! This isn’t my heart, this is me.
And no! No! No! No! No! No!
I won’t leave.
But you’re making me.
Ok. Bye bye creativity!
On my way to law school.

What are you looking for?