Three Poems – Tonye Willie-Pepple

Written by Tonye Willie Pepple

  • Oranges are not always sweet

We were all in the tray With different shades of green Washed in the rains of May

And arranged ten by ten

You passed and I heard you cough I prayed you’d pass again, and take me along with your stuff

to bring that phlegm to an end

You came again and I rejoiced Only for a little while Before you got brainwashed

That I’m no better than bile

After all said and done You picked the usual one dancing to the brainwash drum

coughing your way back home

Today you’re in a coughing spree Before your neighbors son And I’m liming his cup of tea Listening to you complain

“Oranges are not always sweet

If other lives we live Will bring our eyes again To see the things we love, And never let them run, I would return as me And enlist in an army To salute when you arrive And take you on a drive To places you and I Will live and never say bye But for now that you are gone,

I only wish that you were mine

I’m pregnant with longings You have not midwifed When I hold your arm You say it’s for war If I grip your thigh It is battle hard, My longings kick In slippery wombs But you are consumed With battlefields and enemy skulls on trophy trays,you forget this field,waging wars with riot squads

of Eve’s hormones

Why look at him with hateful eyes And christen him those coward names leave him alone and wage this war

waiting for you

I left the cord for your warrior hands to come and cut, don’t look at him with bloodied eyes, He only helped to to be the nurse and quickly left when you arrived, He didn’t do your midwife chores, Don’t look at him with such disdain to add his skull

on your trophy trays

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