Abraham Onoja Poems

Yea wolves in sheep clothing's
Cowards and as of beasts
Kiddy Fiddlers and peeping toms
Thou Vile creatures
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Who cares? It's just one inmate screwing another

the jailed can't be jailed
so we are left to their
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How much of me is me and how much hers? I am accentuated by shadows for the wrong reasons.
Memory: sting tail painting a monochrome future. I drown in body prints that wash over me ceaselessly.
So much of what is left isn't mine. Walked out of myself long ago, leaving a ghost town. No man believes
a man who wasn't man enough. Nerve and sperm cells are by no mistake identical - a man' s true north
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Where is it safe to be female?

In temples?
no
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it's raining tongues
like the day of Pentecost.

The soot of crime
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As they say
the tree remembers
what the axe
forgets
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I can' t wrap my
head on how
I was a present
to him
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