Poems from Ada Chukwudozie
Bang
The first door shuts
I weave my way through a sea of greats
Disappointed because I failed to make the cut
I mean, I finally got...
My country,
a place of unrealized potential.
A place where mediocrity is celebrated,
where success is under cut and not rated.
You go one...
I cannot accept this-
the idea that what is simply is.
I will fight with bloody fists;
fight north, south, west and east.
I will not throw...
We are of monsters and men.
Men of flesh and bones.
We know sticks and stones may break us,
yet from men we create monsters who hate us.
...
I hate the way I speak
The way my words lull to a slow drawl...
coming off like everyone else is at regular speed while I stay stuck in...