AT 30, WHEN WILL I BECOME A MAN ?

By Adetayo Omotoyosi Adeolu 10 months ago

I once listened to a Pastor's sermon On a wet afternoon His sermon was interpreted by My mother's nipples Where the sun was sent an errand Like a mermaid on a mission. He threw shades of words At the congregation Made of up darkness and light I was buried in the middle of both. At 30, I am still a champ playing with my Father's testicles Rubbing them without wit My mind conditioned to my fathers arms He grabbed me forthwith like a ... read more

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