Scourging Day Poem by Ifeyinwa Ezenyimulu

Scourging Day



Thousands of drops masked my style
Looked Like I wore wet cloth off the line
I had to go see my lawyer
Imagine me wearing a hat, on a bike to town

You could see I was giddy
Hot, exhausted and thirsty
Why is it so d*mn hot?
Reason for immediate leave, I found?

We fanned through our chat
It felt like no ceiling up there
As we shared stories of the past
We drank every second to calm

Sunday, March 19, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: weather
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