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Hot for all

We blacks got the body of a goddess
So soft as a fur, an all-round bliss
Even at eighty we will still be hot
Our hearts are the type, never to be hurt
Intimacy with us is a detoxicant
Our love have all eternal relevance
Longevity nature brings as we sprout
With a type of flame never burns out.
Beyond the walls of Earth we are the best
Even in the grave, we will still look hot
Our dark flesh are the type, never to be burnt
Hence God charged His Angels over our head
But the way we rock, turn, twist and fend
Makes even the Guardian Angels to feel lust
Indeed; we black colored skinned are the best.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Substance of black

All eyes envy
Pretty ebony

This is greater
Than a gender

It cut across,
Nations just trust

Whether pure breed
Or the hybrids

Sweet are the tales,
Hammering nails

Look at my kin
Same as my skin

Not just ravens,
Black is haven.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Blackish

Hair short, no curls
Harder than burls.
Nothing on bunk,
Hence, sacks may leak

Yet, blacks stays strong
Through rights and wrongs.
Dogs may bark; but,
Color change not.

Hardship may try
Devil may cry
Baste of the past
Blackish still last.

Even at nights
Shadows come out
In such darkness
Tranquil relax.

Guess God created
Tastebuds to taste
Sweet chocolates
Hope you relate.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Last designation: Leaving Home

Not just taking coffee and tea
But I shall like to get on-board and see
On or above the sea,
The equilibrium power of the spring
And feel the snow flakes
From the mute eye sky, as it leaks.

Journeying from villa to Obodo-oyibo; Smiling at my skin and changing flags
For ears heard so much of the sky.

The whites are good
Don’t get me wrong if I turn MJ
For we are all one in different hood.

Love to see from a closer range
The milky, bluesy and rainbows sky
And so it shall be when leaving home.

From that day onwards,
Lightning and thunderstorm scare me not.
Novices I’d once be. But,

The birds and gravity secrets I’ve known
All borrowed customs and traditions
Call me globalization.

From the soil I sow
My kindred shall be born with a silver spoon
Working smart and not hard
I pray they break not the silver cord from home
Please bid me bye, when I will be leaving home.

African child

AFRICAN CHILD BY ONYECHE VINCENT ONYEKACHUKWU


In riches and peaceful paradise
I’m an African child
Born into the harsh weather
I’m an African child
Who must trench further
I’m an African child
Ashamed, not of coal complexion
I’m an African child
The finest creature
I’m an African child
Proud of my culture
I’m an African child
Filled of strength and power
I’m an African child
Far away from defeat
I’m an African child
Whose smile calms the wild beast
I’m an African child
Who aims at an indefinite limit
I’m an African child
So blessed with talents
I’m an African child
Who fights for justice
I’m an African child
Crying loud by casualties
I’m an African child
Whose blood made the soils
I’m an African child
Who never pray for war
I’m an African child
Renamed by slavery
I’m an African child
Vocalizing the one language of love
I’m an African child
Who dances to the true African music
The world shouldn’t be complete
Without the African child.

 

(C) June, 2009
Author: Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

 Reblogging African child which was written in June 2009 by Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu– 

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