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Shadows
‘When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.’ - Lauren Eden
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my pains depart not
even when my tear glands d r y
as sorrow remains my life’s most loyal friend
it bothers not to knock before drawing near
just since
I was wrested away from my mother’s breast
as she e x h a l e d
her last breath in creeping agony
two years after my father was jailed for life~
his crime
the same blood that now pulses within my veins
then....
hatred was s e w n
into a grim dress that h a u n t s
t o r m e n t i n g my nights and days,
never ceasing
my mouth
s t r i p p e d
as hunger cries pierced through my ribs
love~
a drifter who shuns my h o l l o w abode
yet sings with a l o u d voice in my friends’ homes
caressing
only when hatred
h i d e s a w a y
loitering in the streets,
refusing to
step
inside
my good friend~
when I smoke thick marijuana
draining strong gin bottles till nothing remains
when I sniff the white powder, chasing a trip
one that will carry me straight to my father
Copyright ©
Maclawrence Famuyiwa
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