Written By: John Chizoba Vincent
When next you come stretching
yourself into a different nameless river,
I beg to connect to your tide and waves,
do not force me to spread my legs
again like those that came before you
did; I have not seen my period after
Mallam Musa’ prayers to cover his sin.
I’ve lent out my harsh voice to my sister’s baby
down the street after the summer sadness.
now, I use my mother’s quiet voice,
to moan like a departing poem of agony.
When next you come looking for my lips,
do not hit me; I’ll gladly succumb to you.
I no longer know how to say “No!”
What I own is next to nothing of use to you.
I’ve made my body a garden –
every man comes to plant.
It doesn’t matter what they plant
so long as it is for their satisfaction.
I’ve helped many lit their cigarettes,
watched them puff smoke in the air,
some on my body while others in my eyes
mixing my tears with the pleasure of their smoke.
When the air in my room try to protest,
I calm it down because when they
do, the pains return to me in a hundred folds.
my body is an album of different paintings
holding different memories of different men.
John Chizoba Vincent is a restless guy who survives through writing and making motion pictures. He lives in a small dark room which represents his past memories and holds a slice of his tomorrow. He hopes to get a lover soonest.
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