POEM: BROKEN BOYS BY OKOLI STEPHEN
No one listens to me
they see me as an assaulter
& not a victim
in my brokenness, I gather my particles
but burying them is never possible
broken bottles have no amends.
POEM:MEMORY AS AN ALLOTROPE OF PAIN BY IFEOLUWA PETER
it is how to let go of what won’t stay
because the night is a succour for broken boys
because these portraits hold names beyond our reach
Two Poem: Moments & A Christening By Leonard Okonta
When we begin to grey, and the light of our best years has started to fade, there will be no photographs in a shoebox, tucked underneath our hospice beds, nor soft lullabies strung from the sweet words we’ve shared.