Word by Adebanji Koiki

It feels good when I use my hands
I marvel at my own deed
How I caress it to create wonders
And the pleasure my soul derives, immeasurable.

But when I thought best of my hands, I found my lips
It grabs and shapes it in the simplest and sweetest way.
With it I have no bound
‘Cause for this purpose it was fashioned to fit.

Though I use you
I have in the most respected and reasonable way
Elude me not when I need you
For this reason I am a writer.

This is who I am.