Taught: An Imayo*
You taught me to eat my pride, my inner monsters.
You taught my tired soul to pray, hope for the better.
But most of all my dearest, t’was you who taught me,
how to love with all my heart, until it stops beating.
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- a 4 line poem.
- syllabic, written in 12 syllable lines broken by caesura after the 7th syllable.