by Adejuwon Gbalajobi
I wear my fear around my neck like a tie,
my fear, the reason my sleep comes in fits.
& anytime I close my eyes,
my demon transmogrifies into thoughts, an accuser,
a finger pointed at me:
“You, you’ll be like your father, a waste.”
“You, you son of a beast!”
I saw my demon clearer today,
he has flaccid ears, a squared nose, a red carpet for hairs;
it has my face & my mother’s voice,
“You! I curse my womb for having you!”
I woke up drenched in my sweat,
picked up my phone,
opened my writing app &
finished this poem.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Adejuwon Gbalajobi is a Nigerian poet and creative writer. He writes to explore every sphere of human consciousness.
His poems have appeared on Praxis magazine, Writer Space Africa and Okada blog. He is a lover of tigers, trees, paintings, and sculptures.
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