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I saw red

By QUIBAOS: My sister made me mad last night. She guilt tripped me in no respite. I saw red and lashed at her. I hunged up on her. Not now will I give respite.

I hate You!

By QUIBAOS: More than the catbird hate the cat. More than sunshine hates the night. That day, I hated you more. I went; she’s crazy to think love above Allah. I was this close from catcalling you. I’m glad what…

Sensual

By QUIBAOS: Those apples you call cheeks are as fresh as a currant, grape fruit! Wanna eat them my luv! For they’re chubby and sweet! The crease on your neck is a line on blue-sky It squints for a smooch…

I met God before I met you.

By Eyitemi Dudun: I MET GOD BEFORE I MET YOU My heart indites a good matter. I promise not to waste your time, it’ll only be a moment patter. Your eyes speak a volume words too heavy for your mouth.…

RUTHLESS

By Chinonyerem Chinwendu: I called you my Ruth, but you refused Ruth to Root Your name is like a silver spoon, but you prefer to be called back of a pot that is as dark as charcoal You are Ruthless…

Monster in the Coop

By Mairo-the-Poet: We all know there is a pond of motherless fish Whom the ocean hugs ever so lovingly We know there is a coop Of parentless ducks Whom the valleys cuddle ever so soothingly. They have cried their pain…

My Pain Loves You

By Mairo-the-Poet: I have built an asylum in my heart For you my butterfly Where disappointment won’t murk the waters. I want you to kick me hard in the gut I will squirm But I will whisper your name ever…

Elegy For Victims of Drunken Driving

By Mairo-the-Poet: Elegy for Victims of Drunken Driving I will not shed tears again If sobriety prevails this season. I will not bury a brother again If drunkards stand far from the steering wheel. I will not lose a limb…

To You I Will Always Find My Way

By Adeabdul: I may always stray but I’m never late To you I will always find my way Feels like emerging from an empty void Feels like speaking with a new voice Like the last step of that hard mile…

LIFE IN THE SLUM

By Mojisola Josephine Kuwadinu: I watched how the old woman was arranging the bread, from column to column, row to row. As hungry as I am, I looked at my wrinkled shirt and the pockets of my faded Ankara trousers…

Angela

By Adeabdul: Across from him, laughing while sitting on the grass Michael saw it, the greatest sight of his life. Her teeth bright and beautiful as she laughed, her face even more radiant than the afternoon sun behind her, and…