The Abeng Presents: Cries of Redemption



Cries of Redemption: Songs of Life
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Re•demp•tion

:the act, process, or an instance of redeeming

Re•deem

transitive verb

2: to free from what distresses or harms: such as

  a: to free from captivity by payment of ransom



  b : to extricate from or help to

overcome something detrimental

  c: to release from blame or debt :clear

  d :to free from the consequences of sin

3: to change for the better : reform

4: repair, restore

My Little Sister commanded this book be created. She damn near demanded I compile Cries of Redemption from some of my writings she'd read. She's always twirling me 'round her little finger, so you know she got her way - as a big brother, ain't too much I denying my Baby Sis.

So, even though Cries of Redemption wasn't supposed to be my debut, here it comes. It's a variety book: story and rhyme (prose and poetry), joy and pain, sensible and little bit schupidy (jokey or playful).
But I'm sharing my reflections on them pages. Even when the stories are not about me, they're my perceptions, still. I'm a writer because I want my voice, no I need my voice to be heard. This is why I write. And like Steve Biko, I Write What I Like!
Jah Bless
K. Omodele
Cries of Redemption, coming November, on Amazon.

UPDATE: Cries of Redemption is Now Available on Amazon

Abeng Urban Poetry: Redemption Cry (Reflections of A Fallen Soul)

                         Cry My Redemption (Reflections of A Fallen Soul)

                                      copyright 2016 K. Omodele

Ever wonder what point a heart hardens and drops?

Vulnerability buried in emotional plots

At fourteen years old began to lose control

when booze-infused rage batter-bruised my soul

Glass shattered, bond severed, head bloodied by shards

Plus my arms were too short to box with God,

So I mentally laced up; mind squared, face upped

"Never weak again!" Then streets called, raced up

Toed the ledge of the abyss watching life unfold

Mama asked me 'bout my scars I left my Truth untold

Images too raw, memories water boarded m'soul

swallowed whole; Internalized, turned cold -like snake

Shed skin, re-emerged. Don't blink! Don't feel!

Veins buzzing current, nerves hard-wired steel

Wounds heal, but dreams shrivel like raisins 'gainst sun

Innocence suffered and drowned when soaked in rum.

Hook (Chorus):

Vulnerability ridded, heart hollowed out, pitted

I got notches in my skin that mark the day of my descent

Certain crimes I've committed, penitentiary fitted

I carve verses bleeding penance, shedding tears of my redemption.

Vulnerability ridded, heart hollowed out, pitted

These notches in my skin mark my day of descent

Certain crimes I've committed, penitentiary fitted

I put my pen to this paper and I cry my redemption.