This collection of poems serves some purposes. First, to share in the burden of a mother (Ma Brigitte Poirson)who has been part of the success stories of many burgeoning poets whom she has not seen physically but has been a part of their lives.
These walls won’t listen no more
The night will grow into a dawn
Your shadow shall begin to fly
And your dream, a waving flag
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(Someday Is Now)
My throat had just listened to the freestyle of the famous “Garri”,and the stomach was upset,pardon?,am so sorry to be cruel,recession and inflation got me captured in the hands of the rebels. Continue reading “Sin City | Arowojobe Tolulope”
A sorceress defeated me with her spell;
My mouth is now womb for length-less fangs.
My thought now thinks what I can’t tell,
As sons of angry sun thuds and bangs.