In this place,
Boys are born in the evening
And are told not cry until
They find a space to stand within the sun
As stars bigger than the moon.
Boys crawl into men
By presenting their chest as a gourd holding liquid traumas
Crossed with the weight of tomorrow.
Unborn babies run away from being born a boy---
The world is so calmly stacked with girls.
Sons inherit burdens from their fathers
To hold the weight of the body
To hold a path through which the dreams
Of others walk into reality.
Sons take the form of the sun,
They brighten others through the glints of their sweats,
But no one ever thinks the sun will be
Needing a star by its side like the moon.
Celebrate pilgrimage, a visiting place
Stop by; take a nap: stand: go;
We learn under the shade of a flower/
How best to visit an infirmary
When it rains heavily on our daughters
But forget to tell our sons
That a shade is also for them when the sun heat's too much.
Nwuguru Chidiebere Sullivan is a budding writer who writes from the soul about himself, his life and the ebbing African culture. He is a penultimate medical Laboratory science student, who hails from Ebonyi State, Nigeria.
He has lots of unpublished artworks to his credit. His works have been published in the Quills, Ace World, and has also contributed in many anthologies.
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