Because the ass is right at my back
The memories it brings drags anger in a sack
Hell yea! I frown
And give a-slow-burn
Without faking smile, unlike a clown
Has men twice my age
That harasses and rattle my cage
I wish I was brave or better sage!
Pain wouldn’t have been in a sack
But rather free in a cage
And… Yes I frown
It’s my beauty I like to hide
So I give a sigh; “talk to my hand”
And… Yes I frown
I don’t care how innocent but don’t say “hi”
Wish I was born the days hearts had courage
And tongues were parrots not packed in a sack
Separated by barriers from the ears of the walls
Maybe my parents would have heard
And bullets would have flown..
But not a property causing cold war…
Nor an indigestible fiber: so I keep to myself.
Just me, left in a farm of my thoughts
Cultivating imperfection that understands me a lot
Knit-brows, I look-black with a rusted heart
Steadily, I give the Devil an evil-eye
Same eye that saw the Devil down
Who tore my blouse and pants
Devouring me in art and act,
Fagged out in the hook packed in the sack
… Is as heavy as the word: “Prick”
If my milk drop please it is my breast?
At times I wish I had powers of a sword
To decapitate the cock away from my nest
Smiling with a frown that says: “you’re yet to see the best”
(C) 2012. Written by ONYECHE VINCENT ONYEKA
With the strength to dig a hoe
And ideas never called a doe
Creativity profound like its afternoon
October children are blessed.
Every ending of a cycle,
Is the beginning; ideally.
Coming twilight in november
October is natures funeral month.
Every fresh ready to dry-up a flesh
In October, the leaf falls
No wonder, its child is born for woe
God protects the October child.
Business boom, and does the purse
Woe was four months before
Mellow, take a toast, don’t be sober,
For October does his work well.
Baby Nigeria, birthday grandma
Sets of candles blown;
The fifty-second time in a row
Make your wishes right to fairies
Not Presidents and politicians
As baby you seem, laugh and smile
The beginning of fairies
They say, was from the first laughter
Of the first baby born
If your wishes got no will
When the light goes out
Eat your cake alone
Written by Onyeche Vincent Onyeka