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Mother, do you still recall
the junction
where we lost our senses?
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Mother, they’re no longer content
with small pen-ises
shame to out birth nights
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Mother, get the blood-y marker
it’s time
to count our dead again
IV
Mother, I told you
that madness has many shades
I saw one today
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Ifesinachi Johnpaul Nwadike, poet, playwright, novelist and rapper is currently completing his Masters Degree program in African/Black Diaspora Literature at the prestigious University of Ibadan. He lives everywhere.
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You are incapable of the unpoetic by this instance, my friend UP.