African boy hustling
Boy Hustling
 For Boys
The other day from nowhere
A boy climbed the steps of my bosom,
Seeking refuge from an avid fire.
On his head he carried a waiter
With these words inscribed:
Property of Cemenco; No trespassing.
& a jewelry made of Firestone rubbers;
Well placed on his necks by angry somebodies.
Boys hustling  their wares
Boys hustling
With bit of time, he melted down into ashes—
I don’t know how, but his body forged
Itself into something called smoke—
Toting memories of his helluva past.
This boy, from hearsays,
Was pushed into manhood by society
Long before he could learn the tactics of crawling.
They used their two bare hands to choked him
& his sclera won the battle of supremacy in his eyes.
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About The Poet
Poet Ayouba Erou
Ayouba Erou
Abuoya Erout lives in Paynesville, Liberia. He’s a budding poet and an essayist. He gathers muse from personal experiences, ills of society and nature. He preaches the gospel of African unity through his poems and essays. He is a student of civil engineering at the University of Liberia.
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