Creative Words by Tomma Bambara (YR43/2018, Burkina Faso)

There is no one like me
That loves you
From the bottom of my heart
I cherish you
Pain, breath of anger
I feel I feel, evaporated to ash by a repetitive lightning of pain
Pain, by an enormous flood of pain, I feel buried
I feel I feel, violently raped by anger
Now that I mull over, pain was my last meal
I feel I feel, bliss remains still frozen by pain, from bliss, pain steals the ceil.
Pain indeed stand on the hill of my emotions
I feel I feel, swallowed by an ardent drought of pain

There is no one like me
That loves you
From the bottom of my heart
I cherish you
My entire body is corroded by the humidity of the pain
My mind is badly traumatized by the violence of the pain
My soul is insanely bleeding anger due to the shock with pain
This pain like a flood
Has immersed my soul in the castle in the skies
This pain like a desert
Has dried out all my loneliness
This pain is daughter of jealousy
Indeed this pain is born from Love
I drown in pain, every time a guy is speaking to you, even an innocent “good morning” to you, lights a red alarm that melts my soul in pain!
I drown in pain, every time another random thought takes the focus out of you in my mind, I feel my soul bitten by pain!
I drown in pain, every time, due to his age, time digs distance between us and makes us strangers, I feel my soul pinched by pain!

There is no one like me
That loves you
From the bottom of my heart
I cherish you
As your heart can see
My life is smelling pain
This love for you my dazzling
Is an infinite light emitting from my soul
So bright that I burn up whenever the shadow is trying to kidnap you
This Love is so bright
That I even got blind
So blind I don’t care about anything else
So blind I don’t care about the judgment of society
So blind that I shatter the opportunity cost of having another girl
You are the one,
I never known I will be describing my first real love with this anger
But as the saying goes authenticity comes up with ingeniosity
This poem is the reflection of my love on a mirror of pain
You are the one

I love you…
My heart always boils of anxiety whenever he wants to let it out
………………
I have loved you
The you we both know
The you, Human Incarnation of Love
Not the you, you show to the world
After a tumult vague of rumors
Your ego has impudently run toward me
This pain anchoring from love is metamorphosed to pain nourishing from disillusionment
Regarding the question whether I still love you or not,
Let’s time and bitterness ponder on it.