Here's something I made from a few poems in a broader collection that I'm working on. Lemme know what you think!

(Spray paint sound from felisyanstudios.com)

Window

Got bored and made an audio version of one of the poems from my pamphlet which you can find here: https://tayowole.gumroad.com/l/aerosol

Warning for some big distorted noises!

red spray paint

The first year I went to that place,
I'm told I came back sounding like the Queen,
but not the kind of queen,
I now wish I could be -
instead received pronunciation
wrapped its haughty hands around my throat,
squeezing out a pale sound
approaching respectability.

Now sitting on the edge of an almost flirtation,
a friend tells me my voice is Pretty,
Lovely,
even Relaxing,
he floats on its depths while I'm drowning.

Rocks tied to my ankles,
as this changeling voice of mine,
these vocal tones,
tell a thousand stories
that aren't mine,
highs and lows
paint a portrait - 
I don't know who they are.

How do I tell him
That this voice is the wreckage
of natural selection,
of adapt or die,
adapt or die (x2)
of scrambling for that split second
where the pretence of being taken seriously holds,
where the brand isn't hot enough yet
to burn labels into scarred skin.

How do I tell him that the siren
he hears before him,
is just another one of my illusions.

I type.
"Ha-ha.
I'm vv flattered. ❤"

TayoWrites