Boy is black

Boy stays on a mountain for a salt water

Boy drinks hell because he is black

Boy cries

Boy walks like a drunken city among wars

Boy is tired of oppression,

Boy is a failing poem because he does not know how to break metaphors

into beauty

Boy searches for life on a map - a map is drawn,

he looks for where his home is. when he sees the mark

of his home, he draws like an african soup,

his tears turn hot like sun. Boy goes

into his siesta, buries his scars into a cold pillow

and fidgets like a broken bottle.

Boy is an ocean - when he meanders, the bank of

his labour betrays his destiny.

Boy wants to go home, but home to Boy

is a lullaby of rustling oceans