A Man's True North Is South Poem by Abraham Onoja

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
lies south of him. If you get raped, take it, nature's smiling at you. Forget your scruples, disease, stigma
which is for women. Nature's smiling at you.