For The Boychild: Finding Home Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

We are lost cities finding reasons
to join our broken aspirations together,
a lost elegies uprooting tubers of yam planted by our forebearers,
dreams seeking for home and abode to abide by in the nexus of classism.
We'vemissed the track created by our ancestral ancestors in the dark days.
now, the light created by modernity hurt and hunt us through shame.
We keep running into the dire shadows,
Into hollowness,into races that named us betrayals & nothingness.
Race that track down our throats into splitting emptiness and sagging lips.
We lost between thigh of a lady,
Through the celestial eyes of women,
In between fingers of Delilah's make up.
Our name reek of bottles of wants and needs,
Our shadow duplicated in the thought of lost temples.
We printed the map of our cities in our mind eyes,
We foresee the routes of our helmet but we could not trace the fragment of it.
Home is the passport of dignitaries of righteousness and holiness.
Our kind minds the animation of this movie called life.
But the thoughts of leaving our shadows
To places where survival and existence
Are two starved fishes - wrestling under water is our fears and doubts.
Our bodies are home of sluts finding reasons to live!
Our minds are carved memories
our legs havecreated more pains than the rebellious act of Boko Harams.
How do you name boys like us when you place more values on baby girls?
You said we were stronger and you left us to find freedom,
musical notes of songs which is to be
Sang by boys who grew into men
Gulping crooked waters- for strength
We were the origin
Of those unclad boys rejected.
We seek for the way to retrace our way into future built before us.
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Yours Poetically,
©John Chizoba Vincent