It’s dusk
I stumble along
Life’s busy road
I see
A man
Tall, brawny
Hands in pockets
Braced against the current
Postulating
With the assurance of youth
I don’t hear the words
My heart knows them
A girl
Comely, full poised
Leaning
Into the man
Praying to fall
So to be caught
Hands stay firmly tucked
Deep in pockets
Of resistance
I’m a passer-by
I do not tarry
The girl
I have been
The man
I recall
But refuse to relate to
When I leaned
Into you
But you stayed
Unmoving
My Gibraltar then, I thought
To salve
My bruised pride
Now I see
A rough pile of mud
Would’ve done okay!
Ozioma Izuora (24/ 02/ 09) Prize winner at AWF Literary Competition, 2009
Dreams Deferred
winner KEN SARO WIWA Prize for prose, 2009
1 comment:
Truly fantastic in a creative sense of thinking but when does the gender bashing end? We guyz are not always to blame when relationships go bad or did not work out, perhaps the ladies forget we are not Gilbratar! but just mere men!!
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