This poem is shortlisted for BN Poetry Award.
the fangs of the night lust after my bones yeti reach out for that innocence
in the corridor of childhood
i have been staring as my stars burn into ashes that rain on my black hair
but it is sand that my hair hungers for
i want to sit at the storyteller’s feet
and ride on the back of the cunning tortoise
i thirst for the milk of the morning
and to make my daily bread from mother’s breasts
to be a man is to drown in the sea of your inner tears i don’t want to be a man again let me be that child whose cheeks glisten with tears
take me back to the beginning of breath…
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- BN Poetry Award
- Press Release
- Samuel Oluwatobi
- Un-man me please