gourd bellied black boy
in front of the camera is
a calf facing a tentative ax.
the hands are motionless.
dropping quarters into an envelope
stamped for africa
will buy him a pack of ramen
but it wont' turn of the cameras.
sunlight doesn't reach him anymore
only sharp electricity.
I see this gourd bellied black boy
on my tv.


I turn it off
pitilessly.

can I have a single moment to breathe
before the floor is ripped form beneath me
like a rug from under the table
once sturdy now turn on its side
I cannot carry much weight or else I break in two
and you don't need something that's broken
you need a whole object
permanence is key but I am not that
a mere shadow of something that once stood so strong
I crack under the slightest touch
so don't run your fingers on my arms because I will bruise
the ghost of your breath leaves burns
and all at once I splinter down the middle
without rhyme or reason you hurt me
snap me in half so that you can use my now sharp edges to harm yourself
don't take me down your rabbit hole
because once there it may become my own
I wish to inhale the fresh air, feel the wind inside my lungs
not the rotting stench of the girl I once was
do not praise yourself for breaking me
I will find a way to glue myself together

Suppose I had stayed in this town or lived in another city,
Imagine I had travelled further or not so far from here,
suppose I had stayed in Benin or gone to Greece,
or that i was the same version of myself in Hong Kong.

Suppose that I was buff and my brother was skinny,
And he was the bookworm, and I the wild one.
Would we have ended up being close knitted or would we still be unmeeting parallels?


would we be the same or different?
Would we have switched our  identities,
Would we have become the other's mirrored image?
Would we,
Raymond and I?

Put it like that, and I know
that we would not and could not.
Through all sorts of similarity, we cannot
reach each other’s goals.

The light in our lives comes from the same star,
and we’re left with friendship,
Even as the shadows of brotherhood and kinsmanship lengthen each moment
and the old one, of rivalry, fades into the night,
We're our own identity.
Unique in our small ways
but similar in our general choosing.

morning dew was never visible anymore
but only night lights and cold breeze

the sun sets when i rose
from the deep sleep
and dinner is ready
i can smell it from here

midnight comes by so fast
why is it so quick the days have passed?

but it feels like time has stopped.

when i happen to see your face

when i feel your warm embrace

when i look at those eyes

Oh my... * you're such a blessing in *disguise

when things have crossed it lines

when you became mine...

all these things have been the favorite memories of *mine...

i have repeatedly lied my way to the top.
I am nothing and I have nothing.
want nothing, have nothing they say.
I have wanted it all and I still have nothing .
I can make up events that never occurred and time itself will have to try to remember if she skipped such moments.
I am a blizzard of deceptions
with no plans to slow down anytime soon.
and the best part of it all,
I ENJOY being this, a fraud.

Inside this room, the halls fill with the illuminating darkness,
Where it shines a spotlight on the truths we often hide,
Fall and behold to its witchcraft in earnest prowess,
Cannot seem to unravel the long painted ties,

Maybe it chills to think of the possibility,
Remembering past and futures of an infinite,
Resolute but twisted that is a trap for *******,
To a world only in the imagination where it is not an illusory,

Be careful for naught it is fury of red that will be caught,
Although in this black hallway it would only seem like a pretty thought.

I got to know you got a guy,
I don't know what's his name, I haven't seen him from any side,
Don't lie don't neglect don't be too rude ,
Don't make him jump through burning sadness loop,
Revolve him around the best you got,
Let him roll near to your seldom heart ♥,
Remove the quilt of stress and scares ,
Let him make a draft,
About happy future,
Open up to him make glue the relation with friendship and clarity,
Wish you; bless you
Your bond will get strong as gravity.

It was in the early hours of the day
On a tuesday 24 years ago,Though Raining cats and dogs,Her cries still pierced the air.For she was in agony.
Sooner than expected,the baby's cries were heard,
He cried loud and long
For the Baby was a lad.

She was an ebony of noble blood
Whose beauty was gifted by aphrodite.
As meek and gently as a lamb, she was.
Yes!! She was indeed a lady.The noble lady who bore the child, was my motherThe child born is Me
Though she sits out of Earth,Never a day has she ceased being my mother.
Yes!!! Am 24. No big deal
God has done it again.

Happy birthday Michael Tanjang-Happy birthday to me