Because you held a guitar, Your lips would locate songs

Through the fire burning your heart.

That’s to show a dove once lived within your skin

And got lost as your eyes found a woman crying onto her body.

The truth remains man was from the start without peace

With a woman that lends her shoulder to lean on,

But whose tears would first touch the ground?

The radio announced about a man that allowed his eyes to bleed

And I wondered who our next president would be.

This is how we live:

Cooking love in a strong heart and allowing birds feel the smoke—

Fetching tears in our eyes till they become dry.

A poet said:

“women are earthly beings that can’t be free from sin “

And I folded his tongue into my mouth.

Tomorrow I write about this word. Sin.

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Okeke Onyedika Prezide lives in Ojoto, a quiet town in Nigeria. His poems has appeared in Praxis magazine and forthcoming in Tuck Magazine, Kalahari Review and others He is currently an undergraduate of sociology/Anthropology in Nnamdi Azikiwe University, Awka.