Poetry
A Verse To Sex
The clothes are off and your heart pounds. There is a touch of skin and your members are awoken. The tongue is unleashed and your chops are welcoming. There is
ON NIGHTS LIKE THIS…NIGHTS OF SIN
On nights like this I become a sis Kneeling before a dick Hormones oozing sporadic I become, to others, a Sin * On other nights, I cry Wanting nothing but
MISPLACED LOVE
You’ll know someone is THE ONE If your heart knocks your ribcage when they’re near This Sandra says * My heart yearns for you alone My soul craves you, Ekene
THE MASOCHIST
Scars tell a story, mine tell stories of my love pain His lips touch my scars, kissing them, licking them He cradles me, makes love to me And when he
HWYL
Sitting across the dimly-lit table Alone It wasn’t always like this… * My paramour I was enamoured by you Those chocolate-brown spheres Setting my soul ablaze Blasting me into oblivion
Musa loved Obi
Musa loved Obi His chest was his ruby. They were a pair of eyes that blinked together They sang songs of forever. * Musa was the hibiscus in Obi’s childhood
Lemonade: The Poetry (A Gay Man’s Perspective)
This is an ode to gay men who have been in abusive relationships. Originally from Beyoncé’s Lemonade visual album, here is a gay man’s perspective of the poetry. PART 1:
Lucifer’s Milk
I didn’t want apples Nor ciders The beauty of the Eden didn’t draw me close The red fruit was far too haunting I wanted Lucifer’s milk. * Every night I
Life Is A Short Smile
I met a lady during my years of torture She said to me: If my child identifies as gay He will die. Why? I asked. She replied: The mental torture
THE WORD
I didn’t know what else to do and so I did the only thing I know well. This is for Chibuihe Obi. This is for people that won’t keep quiet.
