Toyo's Write Dimension

Say My Name 
 I used to think my name was too long. Too complicated. But now I see it’s one of the most beautiful parts of me. This piece is a love letter to that name, every part of it, every story it holds. I mage by Gemini AI Say my name. But say it right. Say it like a prayer that made it to God’s ears and came back wrapped in skin and breath and destiny. Say it like thunder if you must because this name didn’t come easy. It came after waiting, after hoping. Oluwatomiwo God is enough to watch over me. Not just poetry, but prophecy. Because even when the night gets too loud and my steps feel unsure, this name reminds me that I am covered. Even when I don’t practice it, I speak it. I claim it. I walk in the echo of a God who watches over me when I’m not watching myself. Oluwatoyosi God is enough to rejoice in. And trust me, I've tried to find joy in a thousand other places, but none of them danced like He does. None of them stayed. None of them held me with laughter and s...

How the mighty have fallen                          I mage from Gemini AI How the mighty have fallen. Isn’t that… interesting? The ones who once stood like mountains Now crumble like dust in the wind. Once loud, now silent. Once firm, now flickering. They moved with purpose. Now? They drift like leaves, no roots, no rest. Just there.  Funny how strength can slip Through the cracks of time. Funny how the weak ones Start to rise, Backs straight, eyes wide. Maybe it’s life. Maybe it’s seasons. Maybe even the sun has days. When it hides behind the clouds. But oh, how the mighty have fallen. And how the fallen might rise again. Inspired by a conversation with a friend Written by me Call me Toyo. Or Oluwatee. Or whatever love sounds like to you. Thank you for reading.

Art What if art isn't just what we do, but who we are? Here's a piece I wrote in a moment of deep reflection on creativity, faith, and identity. It reminds you that your life is a masterpiece in progress. We Are All Artists I was thinking today… What do I want to do with my life? What are my hobbies? What is my passion? And the first thing that pops into my mind Is art. But then I pause… and ask: What is art? Crazy, right? Why art ? Is it something that’s been embedded in my mind? Or just another idea society has planted, Telling me what to love, Telling me who to be? So I asked again What is art? I checked Google, It said: “Art is the expression of human creativity and imagination.” So does that mean… We are all artists? Or is that just what society wants me to believe? Am I passionate about art? Or just imagining that I am? But wait Isn’t imagination art? That means I’m an artist. You’re an artist. We are all artists. Even in the silence of a thought, Even in the st...

This Is Me. Kinda. (A little back story to me and my poems) (I tend to write thoughts depending on how I feel at a given time, and when I am sad is when I have the most pain to write, and most people might see or hear and think I am a sad person, but I am not,  sometimes I am, but that's not the point) A little backstory about me and my poems I’m not sad. Let’s start there. I know my words sound like rain, Like grey clouds and thunder caught in a pen, But that’s not sadness That’s just the sound of bottled silence finally spilling out. I’ve held it in for too long. Too many unsaid thoughts pressed against the inside of my chest, like fists on a closed door. This, this right here, is me opening that door. So don’t hear my voice and assume sorrow. Sometimes I’m happy. Sometimes I’m not. Sometimes I’m just  in between , which is where most of us live anyway,  let's not lie to our selfs. I write what I feel  in the moment . It could be joy. It could be pain. It could be ...

  I am not a failure  I am not a failure  I am not a failure  I am not a failure  I am not a failure  just because I failed once  does not mean I am a failure. Just because I keep failing  does not mean I won't rise. maybe nothing feels right, but I know, deep in my heart, that I will rise again. One day, I'll prove it not just to them but to myself, too. Because I know I can. And I know I will. Being tired doesn't make me a failure not being able to do things the way others do, doesn't make me a failure  moving at my own pace, doesn't make me a failure needing space, needing time, doesn't strip away my worth. I am tired  tired of the labels, tired of not being enough, tired of the expectations people, tired of feeling like I have to prove something, I am tired of feeling like I have to prove that I deserve to exist. But hear me now  I am here, here to stay. I am enough, just enough. I am not a failure.  Written by me Call me T...