Ofem Ubi

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...

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Ask A Black Man

July 4 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi Published on #poetry

photocredit- pinterest Ask a black man the color of the sun and he’ll tell you it’s golden. He’ll tell you that the stars have a light switch and his melanin eyes regulate their intensity. He’ll tell you that the sky is a symphony of colors, synonymous...

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Facial

July 2 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi Published on #poetry

photocredit- pinterest Your face retains beauty like clay does water. It sits like a bird on a tree branch, whistling across the hinterlands in search for anyone listening to the melody it pours out. It looks like drizzling rain, sliding down from cocoyam...

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Keep Them Safe

July 1 2018 , Written by Ofem Ubi Published on #poetry

photocredit- pinterest For black boys who became premature men with backs that became trunks to carry responsibilities until they slouched. For mothers who have forgotten how to walk because of bended knees so much walking seems like a myth. For prayer...