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Akinwale Peace Akindayo: there is no colour for pain

there is no colour for pain

call it blue a dark boy floats like a feather, he shrouds
himself in love and glee — you never know
call it red a boy’s pain is limpid. it burns like coal
it emits a voice, I’m a house on fire & I wanna keep burning
call it white a country boy is displaced; nomad, but
there is no home outside his warring country
black boy is the night. you say his body
is full of sin & he reeks of heavy liquor
yellow a happy boy rots away, you hold him
when he’s gone, you do not know departure, you don’t
grey & a boy baptized in a boat of pain shares love;
last supper: this is my blood, drink.
again, call it black boy sits on a knoll, says the end has began
we call pain purple but we don’t wear a worthy blood
& we look like minarets shooting prayers to heaven
never reaching
a pluming corn wilts
— weaves a drowning dance boy’s a stick of corn
& when he loves himself, there are no many features
to matter.

Poem © Akinwale Peace Akindayo
Image by vishnu vijayan from Pixabay (modified)

Akinwale Peace Akindayo
Akinwale Peace Akindayo
Akinwale Peace Akindayo, best known as Philip Peace, resides in the Northern Central part of Nigeria. His writing seeks to portray love, loss, people (the boy) and other themes that intrigue him. His poetry has been published or is forthcoming on Barren Magazine, Ngiga Review, Nanty Greens and other online literary blogs/website. He is a contributor to the Bodies & Scars anthology. He was rated top 50 Nigerian poets, EGC 2018 ranking, alongside other nominations on BN Magazine. He can be reached on Facebook, Twitter & Instagram via Peace Akinwale.


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