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| by Ozota Gerald Obinna |
I grew up a boy (or maybe not)
so I know how
hard it is to carry an identity;
especially
one your father is afraid of
we often
carry our father’s sins like malediction
and go
outside just to breath
this isn’t
exorcism, a boy is just manning
I have heard
somewhere of sons that didn’t grow
and of men
that stayed too long in boyhood
in my dialect
there is no word for it
but it is
something no man is proud of
father said he
loved old times when there
wasn’t much
phobias and shaming
I love it to
but a pronoun
shouldn’t become a verb synonymous
to blood
bath.
a boy
shouldn’t be a slain lamb to his identity.
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