Tag: Child

The Child and the Vulture (Pulitzer Prize winning Photo)

## The skull bones of a child, Soon to see a headstone, or perhaps not. The twilight filled with vultures, callous Eyes like lighthouses, shining a beam And a little girl child, that sparked A photograph. How hopeless Gods are sometimes, even a prayer Gets lost in the open spaces, Between the point of despair

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The Black Man in White Shorts

I’m just a black man in southern Georgia As dark as the Coca Cola bottle Or as the corvids ruling a wasteland I’m a contrast on my own right that few ever understand Like the white shorts I’m wearing right now. I’m black power, the zealot in me shouts A livid doppelganger of me next

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Tree House

The tree house sits on a giant Kottang tree in the backyard. A playhouse, a play pen for a little child And a gadget-rich den for inner-child. It seems What makes a child a dweller inside a tree house, sculpts A man with a little foggy heart, misted in nostalgia Of how once things were,

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My Father, Me, My Child

Sometimes I’m my father. How I resurrect my worries For no reason, looking out of the window To see all sorts of ominous signs; The creeping serpent, the thief Or even that child who is waiting To pounce on the mango tree When I’m not watching. Still What I learnt from my father was order,

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Poem to my unborn son, if you’ll ever be

I’m a boy in a man’s suit Which makes you illegitimate to my statutes of law But age tells me otherwise; That my gametes can swim to any moon. Your mom was a class lady She made me fall for her in so many different ways Love, knee jerks, heart skips Head over heels like

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Resolutions

The clock is about to strike 12 And you think of all the possibilities Of the reductionist in you, who will boast Of keeping a resolution till February And that’s about how long a resolution lasts. Before getting marriage, it is usually Not to watch porn, and then you realize After you get married, it’s

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Childhood

Twinkle are little stars Diamonds inside little irises. Only love, incalculable with no formula Resting in one infinity sign And a child’s face is the perfect moon Enumerating innocence, smile it seems Is paying it forward. A beacon with a beam. Love is the only space craft Needed to land on the moon turf. And

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Child Abuse 2

I Through the carnivore eye, the clenched jaw The brutal canines, there is a strain of predator And here you find a man who was supposed to nurture Like a wolf, become the lion and then the hyena Lions are for the chase of preys, gazelles, antelopes, elands And even ungulates such as zebras that

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