POEM: BROKEN BOYS BY OKOLI STEPHEN
No one listens to me
they see me as an assaulter
& not a victim
in my brokenness, I gather my particles
but burying them is never possible
broken bottles have no amends.
No one listens to me
they see me as an assaulter
& not a victim
in my brokenness, I gather my particles
but burying them is never possible
broken bottles have no amends.
it is how to let go of what won’t stay
because the night is a succour for broken boys
because these portraits hold names beyond our reach