BOY by Omotayo Awoyemi

Poor boy, Drowned in himself; In a lake of something familiar, he Drowned in hormones. A few strings to his thing, and Nightlong spell of Venus, He’s fit to swim, but he, Egret! All-white soul, didn’t know That his regret was with Margret In her downside pouch, So they held hands, locked jaws, and He… Continue reading BOY by Omotayo Awoyemi


I pen this down to you My blood, my flesh, my sister I chew these words To feed you in bits Listen sister, Innocence grows to lust When they see your cleavages Ah! Your heavy perfumes Are toxins to male spirits Do you too stand At junctions Waiting diligently For wealthy phalluses Why expose your… Continue reading DEAR SISTER