My
Hand of Dark Joy
i am the broken river
in a man’s body
on my nape is a stain
my father is the stain
i wear it loudly
and each time mama
bites her tongue for rain
i singe for salvation
from this fakir
whose grin desalts my soul
i am the broken river
in a man’s body
on my nape is a stain
my father is the stain
i wear it loudly
and each time mama
bites her tongue for rain
i singe for salvation
from this fakir
whose grin desalts my soul
Ojo Taiye is a young Nigerian who uses poetry as a handy tool to hide his
frustration with the society. He loves books and Anime in that order.
Dear Ojo,
ReplyDeleteThank you for this poem, which, while dark as indicated by your title, surely emanates from a sensitive heart.
Blessings,
Michael
Lovely poem, Ojo. I enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing. Continued blessings!
ReplyDelete-MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)
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ReplyDeleteI like this writing Ojo, I would put ornery in place of dark,
for I was also a contrary individual When I was young. at
any rate this is very well done. Thanks for sharing.
Yancy