RAPOETICS REPRINT: A Prisoner’s Dairy by Ezeiyoke Peter Nonso
A Prisoner’s Dairy Mother, the warder walked across my cell With a single prayer on his breast That I may be healthy and alive Until tomorrow when they will make me rest. Mother, I…
A Prisoner’s Dairy Mother, the warder walked across my cell With a single prayer on his breast That I may be healthy and alive Until tomorrow when they will make me rest. Mother, I…
A Final Prayer at my Lynching My only crime the color of my skin Look inside and see your sin The gallows rope cuts my throat Coarse fibers bite I have strength scarce to…
Two Glasses wait, half-full. One takes red, the other white. Hands descend from opposite ends. One hiding nerves, the other signs of ring. Rising, they make a connection. Clink. Individual perception translates whether it…