Identity Poem by Garba Inuwa
Identity
Never got I the chance
To ask myself even once
The darkness of my face
Not even why the tail
Is not trotting at my back,
While my nose look
More like a hook
My eyes deep-scoop
And scary too,
When they cast
Their indebted eyes
I shift my gaze
Side ways only to pipe
My anger down
They detest my identity
They even call me names
Spurious without candor
While they feel alright
in their stupidity.
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