Leonell Echa Poems

Mamma used to lie in every story she told us
“Us” was bones so she needed flesh on us
And flesh on us was what my aunty called growing up-
When your manhood could differentiate planting a seed from growing a crop.
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My human right is left handed;
Abandoned, abused, scorned and bruised.
With no fair for fair-play I am left stranded.
Mere laws protect but without claws violate to annihilate every reason to protest.
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The door, not the stairs
Not the underpinning, the bricks
Because when nobody cares
The nest is built with tiny little sticks.
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