You Are Only A Piece Of Hu-Man Poem by David Olusanya

Last night, my mama said;
'Son, its time you be a man.
The rain is here, you need a shed,
its high time your living began.'

Her riddle rode my heart
like a Samurai on a horse,
It rode it hard, tearing me apart
and yet rode without remorse.

I ran back to my mama
like a hunted hare to its hole,
as a remnant of a trauma
I beckon her piece be whole.

My mama sat me down,
gently patting my back;
'A head without a crown
is like a lion that's cursed to bark'.

Her riddle stung harder
and made me wild and mad.
It struck me like an Adder
and I wept like a bereaved lad.

'Oh mama, say it better;
Please loosen your tongue a bit,
your words are like coconut water,
its hard to crack its wit'.

Mama extended a smile
from her calm and serene face.
And I was like a scattered pile
blown to a distant, unknown place.

''Tis royal to talk in bits';
My mama said to me.
'A prince is raised with solid wits,
so that his mind can see'.

'When I say 'to be a man',
'tis not to grow in looks and age,
nor to have a future plan,
or to school to be a sage.

A flesh is made of male and female,
to equal the sum into a man.
So, when through fire, flood and gale,
the sum is richened, and stand as one.

Son, you're less than a man,
as long as you're lone and single.
You are only a piece of hu-man,
and just like a one-winged eagle'.

'Wow! Mama'
My soul was lit and grew abright.
My face exhaled a sweet aroma,
as I leaped off from her sight.

So I took a large cardboard
and boldly wrote in, to be seen
by everyone home and abroad,
that; WHO'S HERE TO BE MY QUEEN?

David O. Olusanya