You know how to become a colourful flower to attract your bees, A foam in the hand to bring the moon on your face, A deep of finger in rainbow to pick colours for your lips; Red is for the boys whose bodies taste like yours, and are ready to bend in any of your corner. Yellow for those trying to touch the sunlight. Black for devils who read the scripture of roadsides. Blue for boys whose bodies are dog wagging their tails at lust. Violent for those who may steal your body and try to escape like a mosquito you caught sucking your mother’s blood. Green, purple are not your colours/ they do not know how things are run/how to catch a body and burn it into the ashes of your wish/ The first time you paint a portrait, it was of two shadows— one fading into the body of the other, while the other groans like a wall that caught the shape of two lovers. Your mother once caught you painting at sixteen And there she named you lost, And started reading the book of grief you bought her. Philip Chijioke Abonyi is a budding writer who writes poetry, prose and articles. He is a Science Laboratory Technology student, who hails from Enugu State, Nigeria. He was shortlisted in Eriata Oribhabor Poetry Prize, 2018. His works have been published in the Ace World, Eve magazine, qwenu, Allpoetry, Tushstories etc. His facebook handle is Philip C. Abonyi.
5 Comments
9/7/2020 11:51:57 am
"Violet for those who may steal your body and try to escape like a mosquito you caught sucking your mother’s blood" my favourite lines. Oh! The mundane things we allow just to feel human or validated.
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Tope
11/7/2020 07:35:11 pm
A nice blend of the use of colours and imagery flowing into one another, just like is seen in the picture. From the girl's point of view everything is beautiful, but from the mother's... her mother is disappointed in her daughter's lifestyle.
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Nnamdi
16/7/2020 09:47:45 pm
Abonyi writes with such honesty, beauty and emotions embedded in the lines of this poetry.
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Victory
17/7/2020 02:39:45 pm
This is an exact replica of what goes on in the everyday life of today's youngsters.
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Sandra
27/7/2020 11:52:09 am
This Poem is metaphorical in the sense that the writer creatively indulges the use of a lady's make up routine to describe the fact that we always know what to do to get what or who we want and how some loose hope in us when we make bad decisions. My favourite part is "A foam in the hand to bring the moon on your face" - he was describing the application of face powder. Overall, this is a brilliant piece with so much creativity.
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