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.
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.