Poetry

August and November: Poetry by Okeke Onyedika Prezide

rise at dawn

Image: Rose Erkul via Unsplash

AUGUST AND NOVEMBER

Early this morning

You thought about how rain rhymes with pain

And judged your skills by the colour of your skin

  1. You are a selfish farmer:

You planted maize and thought of harvesting melons.

  1. Last night you slept early. I woke you up at midnight to count the stars

But you kept dreaming

You said:

Your father died thinking about the child in your mother’s belly.

“Why is my father’s house not yet complete?”

There’s an answer dying in your mind.

Rise!

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Poem © Okeke Onyedika Prezide

Image: Rose Erkul via Unsplash

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