Lord, my country is like a mother who teaches her children to runaway from home.
this country has made boys like seeds that never made it through germination.
so, as i write against her body, i pray you understand how dark a boy soul is, i believe your words will mend the bodies of boys in my country.
this country has had missing bodies,
a feeling of being unloved by a place where our navel strings were buried.
i feel frightened to write against her palms,
her palms that break a boy's body into grief.
this has made me to think that this country has lost itself,
like people who took pictures that never had negatives.
dear Lord,
as i end this poem, i am ending in silence,
like a boy who doesn't know what home looks like.
i pray the sun doesn't get angry,
burn us,
& we stand crying for the rain to touch our tongues
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MEET THE POET:
EDWIN OLU BESTMAN alias "Magical Poet" is a young writer at night and engineer at the day of eminent pedigree that writes from Monrovia, Liberia. He has co-authored several anthologies and the author of two books; Genesis and Raindrops. His works have been featured in: Ducor review, Spillwords, Odd Magazine, Eboquills, Literary Yard, Poetry Nation, Ngiga Review, SIM, Nantygreens, Sipay Magazine, Afritondo, Rising Phoenix Review, AfroRep Journal, Madness Muse Press, Rigorous Magazine, Arts Lounge and elsewhere.
