Lazy Nigerian Youths - Motmot

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About the Poet Isaac Idehen Ugiagbe is currently a 400L student of Geomatics in the University of Benin. He is the lead graphic artist of Sensei Graphics, a lover of the piano and a Spoken word poet (with the stage name motmot) who aims to…

Emotions

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When I think of emotions, I imagine a switch. I imagine that love is a lightbulb in the room of my heart and I am comfortable in the dark. My eyes are dark adapted and my body has gotten used to the inescapable collision of darkness. I imagine…

Face in the Mirror.

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When a mirror stares at me, It gazes in scrutiny the curves of my lips, The puff of my chins, And the sparkle in my eyes, Then concludes upon its sham. When a mirror stares at me, It sees my whole life in a glance; The crashing of a thousand…

REST

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People assume that I’m okay, Ironical, strange, tragic. They see that I’m tall and strong and so they bring them; Sweaty backs, laden with the stench of trouble Stomach’s swirling with too much wine Head full of discordant thoughts and…

The Girl Who Broke Her Heels.

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Staring at the mirrored door with second checks, She finally walked into the club, teetering on strapped stilettoes. Her body is sucked into a short skirt, The scooped blouse shows off kind cleavage. Her searching eyes danced around the…

Perfect

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You’re a wordless poem I hope to perform Soundless music by a hyperactive orchestra My mind’s obsession painted on a blank canvas with the colors of the rainbow and the sadness of a soul You’re an art form A masterpiece The proof…

Stranger Than Fiction

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When we carry calabash on our shoulders And our identities on our chins, We're judged by the battles our fathers fought and lost, For their scars were just new tribal marks. We do not hit the head of a chicken To stop her alarm when she…

Wright

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Wrong isn't wrong, it is just a little less right It is wright we scream to ourselves. To him who is pure, all things are pure. and so the rest of us who are tainted see everything through skewed lenses calling the world grey so our…

How to Serve your Opinions

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If you ever find yourself seated among men whose words provoke laws, Do not be like a dead fish on the table Serve your opinions with raw hot pepper And watch them smack their lips and blink their eyes a thousand and two. Let them stick…

Keyboard

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I wish that you could see the secrets behind each text or decipher with your mind's eye the words buried by backspacing. I love you [backspace] Hey. You're all I ever think about [backspace] How are you My mind…