Ofem Ubi

BlackMagic

July 29 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi Published on #poetry

image- pinterest You have mastered the art of death, so well whenever you’re deceased you come back in forms different from the first. How, how black man, how do you wield so many lifelines? Kick the bucket yet pass on your breath like a will into six...

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Alley

July 28 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi Published on #poetry

imagecredit- pinterest Take with me a walk down this alley, an outdoor museum where the corpses of your ancestors lie. Look at these pillars, standing bones of your fore-fathers holding the hem of this lane’s fortune together. Pray you don’t inherit their...

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HOW TO SURVIVE IN A STRANGE LAND

July 27 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi Published on #poetry

imagecredit- pinterest Before you leave for that place far from home Pray, that your body does not become a cemetery for bullets, that they don’t lust after the evenness of your skin and make it a final resting place for hashtags. As you pack your bags,...

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In Loving Memory Of Death...

July 23 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi Published on #poetry

Imagecredit- Adrian McDonald Today we bury death, we watch it spew back the lives it swallowed as we all search the puke to find pieces of loved ones we all rested in peace too early. Today we bury death survived by tear and trauma. We heap our blames...

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TourGuide

July 21 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi Published on #poetry

imagecredit- pinterest Your kiss tastes like forgiveness. It pardons the weight of my transgressions and in the baptism of our lips, there everything is new. Whenever we hold hands there’s an erection in my skin, My senses stay woke at the sight of you,...

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I sea you

July 18 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi Published on #poetry

I see you, a collage of everything beautiful Your back strokes into time and makes everything simple like the first. I bid you, hold my gaze from relapse, to fall back into your hypnosis and stare like a homeless sun unsure of its setting. I beseech you,...

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Passage

July 17 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi Published on #poetry

I see laughter in your face, it has become the only tribal mark you wear so perfectly. The lines that form beside your nose speak well of the beauty that encircles your dark eyes. I see memories snoring in your chin, They drip down into your fingertips...

Gratitude

July 11 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi

Gradually, your body would begin to vomit sweat, your eyes would excrete tears, and your hands would become dry, vacant of life. When you phone God, and it feels like your faith is low on credit look inside yourself, stir your soul into wonder and remind...

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Roadside

July 10 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi Published on #poetry

photocredit- aakaashbphoto He said you have a soft smile like wool, able to bend and quench anger. He said the sun would melt at the sight of you, because you were too hot to be gazed upon. He said you’re a breathing star, the first of your kind. He said...

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Virgin Boys

July 6 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi Published on #poetry

photocredit- pinterest Virgin boys still breathe, they sit in back of cars and buses with ignorance so edible, looking like preys ready to be feast upon by predators. Faces so fluorescent, tiny beams of anxiety flowing down like anointing. Virgin boys...