CURSE OF THE ABC CHILD BY NWALIOBA EMMANUEL

I am haunted by the cries of the dead

And the struggles of the living, 

CURSE OF THE ABC CHILD

I am scared of home, 

The one place i find serene,

Away from the temper of the scorching sun, 

The stench emitted from the heart of men,

And every other rotten breaks 

Evolved from the surface of genesis. 

The soles of my feet are never perceived

By the soil of blood and water

Unless my shanty runs out of supplies. 

My simplicity entices the eyes of the mysterious,

And my life, a pandora's box. 

I am haunted by the cries of the dead

And the struggles of the living, 

Their voices have now become

An entertainment to my ears. 

My stare says i love you,

Her smile says i love you too.

Words weren't said

VACATION

The sky almost white.

Traces of blue.

A sunny day.

We sit side by side

Like Simba and kopa

Watching the sunset.

My lungs fill with O2

Mixed with cologne

And a glass of fine wine.

The atmosphere blends so fine

I could feel my legs swing

To a rhythmical pattern.

Her legs swing too.

The view from up here spells poetic.

Men, women and children play in the water,

Running to shore each time the sea gets too excited.

Flocks of birds take off from trees,

Racing against each other like a medal awaits the first runner.

My stare says i love you,

Her smile says i love you too.

Words weren't said.

I am like an adopted puppy secluded from the love of the mother and roof of the father.

MORE THAN BLACK AND WHITE

I am without mother and father,

The last of my kind.

The circle of love that surrounds me dwindles away along with the dance of the wind.

My world slumps like an angel stripped of its wings into a space filled with solitude,

Gently choking in it like a wrecked ship,

Slowly losing the sight of light, consumed by the fog of darkness. 

I am like an adopted puppy secluded from the love of the mother and roof of the father.

I hear the echo of what sounds like the voice of my mother. 

My name radiating from all corners of the earth, round and round.

Take me by the hand, your father is waiting for you; the voice said.

I am like a sadly terrified puppy lost in the middle of the woods, 

Dying to run back into the warm arms of the mother. 

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