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CALAMITY
WEATHER FORECAST
never mind the tattoo
on my neck
they are memories
hidden in capital letters
i am folding the pages of book
into water
into sand dunes
they say truth is relative
i am a man from your country
a broken bulb light
tracing happiness through balmy splinters
and when i smoke pot
in a hotel room
with voyeuristic blinds
i walk into the shadow of a town pouring ashes into a cup of coffee
and every time i grow stones in my throat
my neo center burns
Ojo Taiye is a young Nigerian who uses poetry as a handy tool to hide his frustration with the society.
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