African boys in their cocoon
Boys in their cocoon


Clothed on your skin are tattered
memories of pain, hurts and aggression
That jostles for space with ornament
Carefully sewn to your spice by
Tormentors and detractors alike

When will you burn this Cocoon ?
When will you lit this broken memories
That has kidnapped
your future
for so long ?
Like a pedophile, you have been caged
But not without your consent
Which you traded on the stock exchange
And bought fear, Indecision and shame

Boys in their cocoon
Boys plaing with water uin their cocoon


When are you going to belch
Out hope and hang your head
on the Iroko tree ?
When will you become a riddle
To those who have known you before ?
When will you become a parable
That they can never solve ?

Read here in how to wear your scars with dignity

Look at the birds in the sky
They are decorated with smiles
That seduces you to burn your Cocoon
And turn the ashes into a living being
Freeze the coward and break the cowardice.

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