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My Club

I am looking to start a club
No, Not a book club
Not a cool club either
I am looking to start a club of people
Stumbling through life
Because I cannot be the only one
I cannot be alone
I cannot be the only one in this human’s race
I cannot be without answers
Forgotten
Living off of chance
And happenstances

So, I am looking to start a club
Not a desperate club
Not a club of losers and drifters
And people who are looking to dance with oblivion
Because, in here you do not belong
We know who we are
At least we are sure that we will
And when I say we
I mean me
Because we have no members yet
This is why,

I am looking to start a club
Not a sandwich club
And not for athletics either
Because in here we are starved
And unprepared
We are the people who volunteer
Who just live here
Temporarily
Waiting
Forever waiting to be heroes

I am looking to start a club
A coveted club
Where you need
No you want to join
Like porcupines want to be softer
Like a slug wants a shell
Like an eight day

Like a baby’s giggle
Like bubblegum kisses
Like the opposite of lonely
Like being understood
Like a desperate metaphor

This is your club
My club
Our club
Where we are
Exceptional in our mediocrity
Where we are alone together
Where we forget to find ourselves
This is a club for the misfits
Who don’t fit in with the misfits

This is a club of indecision
Where our motto is
I don’t know
And maybe I don’t have to
Where it is hard to care
And harder to not care
Where things just happen
Where our members are temporary
Where they leave us like they join us
Unexpectedly and all at once

This is a place where the future
Lives in the past
Where we remember
What could’ve been
Where we speak
The fluent language of
If and would have

This is no club
This is a safe haven
This is Neverland
Where it is ok if you never grow up
This is wonderland where everything is real
If you want it to be
Where the rules are obsolete
Where you take what you want
Or leave it be
Where the dragons slay themselves
And the princesses and damsels
do not despair

This is a place
Where the members are brave
Enough to be cowards
Where it is okay for men to cry
And for women to want to be weak
And dependent
This is a place free from prejudice
Where we look up to ourselves
And down on no one
Where we bleed flowers
And dream in colour

Is a place where our thoughts are complete
And we do not please anyone but ourselves
Where it is okay to love
And okay to be loved
This is a place too good to be true
Where disappointment is extinct
And contempt is endangered
And scars are worn like trophies
And are absent from our dreams

I am looking to start a world
Made of clubs
Whose veins are electricity
Clubs made of what
Mountains are made of
When they laugh at the winds
For trying to knock them down
I am looking to start the world




Eyiamoni Apeji is a 21 year old writer who has just discovered the joys and secrets of poetry. She currently resides, and writes from Abuja, Nigeria.

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