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I Am Not An Easy Poet --I’d Be Were It Not Such A Tough Life

I Only Learn To Love The Baby Much After Its Arrival

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I am not an easy poet.
I know
If I were,
I would be
A poet my boot.
If I don’t speak in tongues,
If I don’t talk in my sleep,
If I sleep without nightmares —
A dead body
Supine and stiff,
My bed wouldn’t need
Every morning
A redressing.

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Obinna Uruakpa

Obinna Uruakpa

I am your Brother. I came this time among the Igbos. I share the sights, sounds, and scents of my journey in simple stories. I am a Seeker of the Infinite.

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