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The hypersensitive child

I hear the mumbles and whispers 
I hear you say I am a broken fry
And I am weird when I laugh or cry
I know you know where babies come from
And imprints shouldn't be abnormally formed
For me, epigenetics didn't skip a turn.

I am a crude combination
Of the worst, you can ever mention
So your assumptions are not fictions
Though, I am not meant for mockery
Neither do I expect your sorry
I am still me, not a forgery.

Can I crave your indulgence,
As I take you through my trance,
Themed, "the scary entrance" ...
Most fetus growing in the uterus
Sense their parent's splendid love,
All I sensed was a holy terror

Coming from two adults fighting.
In the bump, I was frightened
Their utterances were words too many
The pains I felt were hard to bear
I tried to run away from the fear
But each time I did, it reappeared.

I can't say who was right or wrong
Nor who first spat the bitter tongue
For they both played an unpleasant song..
In it, drowning the fragile fetus
Hence for the fear, I metamorphosed
Into shell traits that best fits us,

Just like falling objects to gravity
My weird hypersensitivity
Was expressed from such calamity.
Now tell me, to what extent
Can your words make me feel hurt
When I know the source of my defects

And tragically, nothing I can do
Especially when I was birthed so
In spite of that, to love my parents too...
Finally, I can barely seep at night
Knowing an unborn, would pick up the fright
From pregnant parents who just love to fight.

©2022 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Twice Broken: Tears of Adedamola

Have you seen my Enyinanya !
His heart is where my life lies
Supplier of stomach butterflies
Nanya is the air I breath
My sugarplum, so I thought….
Until clogs fell off my eyes.

I went through hell for him
I drained my blood for him
The love I showed was extreme
Loving the rhythms in his hymns
A fugitive I became for him
And an enemy to my family…

For his flight, I gave him feathers
And medicines when he shivered
All I saw was love not obvious blunders
We were meant to be stupid together
And not the type of friends and lovers
That come around only in fair weather.

Through thick and thin he vowed to stay
Assuring me to watch my head and tail
Praying that God should copy my clay
And gift us a beautiful Angel some day
Yet he chose to go the other way,
My love and our bump he betrayed…

All I became was a vase of regret
With tall shadows of the past
Building large tents in my heart
I have forever chosen to detest
And will never forgive nor forget
The beast I once loved and lost!

I was broken mentally to bones
Nine months gone all alone
Happy I made me a clone
A beautiful Princess for a throne
But each time I look at her eyes
The hate of Nanya shows up in my heart!

I was nothing but a pregnant cloud
All seasons, I cried out loud
Compelling God to take my life
Staring at her while holding a knife
I wondered what would become of her
Putting her in the way of harm…

It is like I hibernated in a hole
She gave me a reason to pick up hoe
For the morrows I bent to sow
But today dies before tomorrow
Sprouting forth from sorrows
And the wet tears in my pillow

Not pillow but precisely
Rags and cartons beside me
Gathered under the bridge
And sometimes found digging ridge
If suffering ever had a badge
I was its school of knowledge

No roof over our dirty heads
But claws of pain left as scars
Inside and outside of me;
I am Adedamola but where is,
The crown mixed with riches?
ijiya!!!!

Now I am not talking about love
But a life hijacked to solve
Most times we had pots and stove
With no food, but where do I go?
When all I know and,
The road home forbids me!

I know that a rose that lost it pedals
Can bloom again but my hopes are decayed
And gone to the great beyond…
If my reality is a scary dream
The dreamer will pass on
Way before he tries to scream

If only I could turn back the hand of time
I would have skimmed off long time ago
And now the pain I have to forever bear
Is an utterance that ends with a hiss
Being a victim in an accident scene
Nanya the driver and Kiki casualty.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Chained colour


A pejorative colour cost a breath
If you dare, for the love, put on a beret!
Whether new or old, bright or faded
The gloom and doom looms in the shade.

Since the leaf turn mafias, and the roses sail,
Ashes float by the hammer and nail
Even the shadows carry an axe
Other shades of the rainbow has a mark.

Today it is racism, tomorrow religion
And a group's love for segregation
The world has never been the same
Ever since humanity became insane.

Like Ukraine has a bitter stain on it
By the political legion that loves a hit,
Watching the sky covered in gloom
And the sands bleed for a crime it has no clue.

If the night comes out with full rack
Fighting any thing that is opaque
Any form of the shade outside its hive
How would we all feel being alive?

(C) 2022 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu


Jars of scars


A round of applause for my skin
That tells of places that I’ve been
The pinching pains witnessed and seen
As an adult and as a teen

Battles I won and didn’t win
Are fulcra of my flapping wings
I’ve been battered by troubled seas
Lost my feathers and lost my fins

Scratched by tiggers, smoked by kilns
Picking stains that can’t be cleaned
I’ve lost my nails in quaking scenes
Under the bridge is where I’ve been…

I’m a board of bruise and blisters
Gotten from sharks and accipiters
I’ve swam in the deadliest waters
Precluding weights on my shoulders

Shedding sweats and making blunders
I’ve bled on all stones and flowers
Even on same spots and corners
That gave me scars I remember

Round of applause for the monster
Who happens to be a painter,
I see him now as a teacher
And judge him not by his cover…

Lessons I learned from all my scars
Are never the same in my jar
Not even an exploding maar
Or scars firm as harmattan cheddar

Wider than oceans or dark as tars
Can stop me from loving these scars
Outward or within, low or high
On the verge of life’s draining bars

I don’t care if a trocar
Comes plucking off all I garnered;
A life lived without scars and chars
Is like being a stringless guitar.

© 2021 http://vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Acceptable apology

Wonder why it feels genuine
Tasting same as when brand new
Wonder why you act childish
Over something of no hitch
It is love and it is sweet!

Why ignore hello and hi
When you are weak to say bye
Why create steams over an ice
Criticizing cats and rats
Fighting for their own cravings.

Wonder why it feels genuine
Tasting same as when brand new
Wonder why you act childish
Over something of no hitch
It is love and it is sweet!

Forget who is wrong or right
There are better ways around
Why pull wools over your eyes
Locking yourself in a cage
When there are no blood nor scares

Wonder why it feels genuine
Tasting same as when brand new
Wonder why you act a fool
Over something clear to you
It is love and it is sweet!

And even when it hurts you
Sorry said several times
From the apple of your eyes
Shouldn’t be left by the side
Until hell begins to melt.

(C) 2021 http://Vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Collapsed heart

I followed flying butterflies as I craved
But they landed me deep into a grave

I bled right on the floor not just the pain that I was raped
Neither was it the bruise, the size or the shape…

But seeing the many beautiful promises
Fly away as flames from burnt fuses,

I once had confidence right on the stage
But Cameras of love replaced my image

Making me a coward dwelling all alone
Without a home, heart, name, number and a phone.

©2021 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Choice of the Singles

Used to think a lot
More of lust, no fault
A big bum, big breast
Pretty face, white teeth…

Yet, one met no one
Wired all in one
The Photoshop drums
Worsen the medium…

Even the slay Queens
Force their stomach in
Beauty and the beast;
Where hath thy love been?

Once beauty is found
Large brain wouldn’t fit
Torchlight hit Einsteins
They had many stains.

A million times came
When one ran insane
By cried river banks
Of thy ship that sank

Down to earth they need
Yet a sign they seek
Staring at twilights
Moon, rockets and kites.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Resolving love conflict

Simple or made into an Elf
What is music to a born deaf?
Same question goes without tongues
Pot or Chef, who spoilt the stock?

What are perfumes without nostrils
Even when fragrance grow on trees
The soft wool would be seen as steel
If all senses had no way to feel.

Like bakers bake flours into cakes
Water seeds, love is give and take
With all of you, you should both love
Not one-sided, with push and shove

Pay concern to passion and needs
Dancing together to your hymns
Storms and rainbows demystified
Harmonise hearts, love is blind.

©2021 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Northeast Terrorists

You have a lot to answer
For rampage of another
Forcing kids to wear the kits
Of rapes, kidnaps and the slits.

Coldblooded!! because you can…
No one man, has a lifespan
To forever breath on earth,
Conscience ought to be the girth

Holding firm the human race
But you’ve chosen to misplace
Priority for your gain
Like you are some hurricane

Destroying anything you touch,
Those that survive use a crutch….
What do you gain taking turns
When watched kettle never boils?

©2021 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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