Spoken Word by Mirika Mayo Cornelius

Enjoy listening to my spoken word. These poems can be found in the books of poetry listed on the video.

INNOCENT

May 30, 2017

Pray for those with mental illness.  The female in this poem is attempting to ignore and even tolerate her demons that speak in her head, but she grows fed up and kills one dead.  She’s now won, but that was only for that day. I killed her. She came to me one day and was different […]

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Her Name Was Poor

December 16, 2016

Sometimes depression is so hidden behind the masks of wealth, rule, poise, and popularity that only God can see it.  May the LORD restore those who have broken souls, and may the monetarily wealthy never believe that their riches are their root to happiness when it can be quite the opposite as time and lost […]

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I’M NOT SORRY

November 16, 2016

“I’m Not Sorry” is about not becoming something untrue just because someone wants you to dance, or live, on a foundation of lies strangers have cemented for you.  It’s about being proud of not caving and trading your honor for dishonor and cash…and having no regrets.  Thank you for listening. — Mirika Go ahead and […]

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NOT SPOON-FED

November 10, 2016

She was fed with a fork.  Never could get her soup from the bowl, and there were no straws to hold the nutrients inside while she tried to suck it all up. This was her life, hoping to climb, but the trees never had limbs, mountains were too smooth, and even when she went to the beach, the […]

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PITY ANN FOOL (Let Me Tell You Her Story)

November 4, 2016

  She thought he loved her.  He would send her flowers and call her every hour, and in the minutes before the next, she would flex…tell everyone how good he tended to be, make them sit and barely listen to her long, love story because she would tell it every time she felt the need […]

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TICK TOCK NON-STOP

October 25, 2016

(I just got stressed out, so I wrote this poem to soothe myself momentarily. Writing on three things at once can become chaos mentally.  It sounds counterproductive to write to relieve stress from writing.  However, it’s not.  I feel better just writing about it.   I thank God I can.  I love to pray, and […]

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Unlikeable

October 14, 2016
Unlikeable by Mirika Mayo Cornelius

There are no two ways to spell it. I’m what you call unlikeable because I speak my mind all the time, and whenever I try and hold it back, it comes to the roof of my mouth and then to the tip of my tongue, freedom breaks the chains of my internal structure, and it […]

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Conditioning

October 1, 2016

  I don’t want to lose myself.  I don’t want to lose anything about me, just because of all the mockery.  I love the way my neck grows as far up from my shoulders as it possibly can grow, and I adore the way my lips form succulent pillows.  Sure, everything about me is long […]

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The Suffocation

September 29, 2016

  No matter how much I try to hold my head up high, I’m suffocating.  At first, it seemed tolerable.  If I could just make it to another breath, if my muscles would just stretch.  Contraction shouldn’t be this hard, and all this pain I shouldn’t have to disregard.  I just want to live.  Instead, […]

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