On this path I walk,
On this road I drive,
I am hit with a question—
Now in His presence:
Where is me?
Must I give me for Him—
The me filled by scars from life,
Who learned and grew from each?
Where is the line
Where me starts
And He ends?
— Oyeneyin Olufemisayo A.

How does he do it?
Why does he do it?
Even through my bladed insults,
My vengeful soul—
He still waited for me,
Leaving a letter,
Waiting for my eyes:
His proof of love.

— Oyeneyin Olufemisayo A.