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Scarred Face


This migraine has been lurking around for three days. Scoping every avenue to infiltrate my fortress.

More than an ordinary headache, migraines have but one rule “don’t f$&k with me…” 

And even if you are the Kingpin of your body–> you will over estimate who has the real power.


I was born stubborn. Hard Headed.  Had to put my hand in the fire to understand it was hot.

Even though the odds are stacked against me I won’t give in.

“I will fight! “you wanna play! Okay! Say hello to my little friend!” 

She shatters the air with a barrage of ibuprofen.

But there is a cluster waiting to ambush her aura. She is fighting a losing battle. 

“Go ahead! I take your f***ing bullets! 

Her body shaking with each hit. 

“You think you kill me with bullets? I take your f***ing bullets! 

Vice grip pain tightens around her forehead.

Her hands dig into her temples in a desperate pointless massage.

“I still standing! Hah! I still standing! Go ahead!”

The migraine quietly creeps up from behind.

The lone trigger is pulled exploding her headache. 

Poet falls slow motion into a pool of liquid pain. 

Cue ominous music. 

Pan camera to the slow spinning golden globe as the migraine walks calmy away having claimed yet another victim. 

“The world is yours.” 

Fade to black.

Dedicated to all my fellow migraine sufferers. More than “a bad headache 🤕 ” Some will never understand. But I do. 😘

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Iya Isoke is Poet Laureate, Emeritus for the City of Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.
She lives in Philadelphia where she works, plays and observes the subtle nuances of life.
Then writes about it.
She can be reached at isoke.iya@gmail.com 
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About The "SoKey" Experience

Each morning I wake I pour myself into a goblet, slowly inhaling the scent of my own faults, swirling them around the glass, allowing them to breath, then I sip, allowing my own inconsistencies to soak my tongue before swallowing. If I am tipsy from my own frailties - I'm less likely to become drunk on yours. -SoKey (introspection)

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