fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about what makes a good poem and the poetry rules that were made to be broken.
MY GREY HAIRS HAVE MANY MOTHER
MY My grey hairs are children of many mothers; they are an offsprings of a billion wombs. Do you know how hurtful it is, to nurture and feed for four years, a dove you brought in as pet, only for it to fly away, in escape to a fecund forest? Do you know what it means, to be the husband of your mother as a toddler, or the father of your siblings as an infant, because your father was an unreturned wanderer to the wondering clouds? Do you know what it means, when men rendered help only after, they had slithered like snakes, out of the sacred holes of your sisters' bodies? Have you had a taste of the salty-bitter water of tears? Do you know what it means, when the C.V you submitted some days ago, was used to sell egg roll for you? Have you ever entered into the forest of thoughts, only for its exit door to be closed? my grey hairs came out of the wombs of different mothers- my grey hairs are ageless burdens, that I carry on my head.
By Okikiayo Joshua OLOTU3 years ago in Poets
