Also known as the "Magical Poet", I'm a young writer of eminent pedigree that writes from Monrovia, Liberia. I'm a multi-award winning poet who has won numerous awards. I'm a philanthropist and a civil engineer. I've co-authored several anthologies and I'm the author of two books; Genesis and Raindrops. My works have been featured in: The Writer's Space African Magazine (Feb 1, 2019 edition), Namaste Ink Magazine, Ducor review, Spillwords, Odd Magazine, Eboquills, Literary Yard, Libpedia, PoetrySoup, Poetry Nation, WewriteLiberia, Ngiga Review, Nantygreens, Orange Book Club, Madness Muse Press and elsewhere.
Do girls really understand grief?
of how boys cry themselves to sleep
& cough pains out of their swollen throats.
Sometimes everything a boy touches is fire.
Burning inside of him is a feeling he is learning to explain.
Other times, he becomes a drum/beating himself to sound aloud.
In this poem,
nobody knows what it means to be a boy.
Of how boys mask their emotions to keep themselves alive.
This poem belongs to society.
That thinks because we do not go through periods,
we do not contain waste products in our suffering bodies.
Many boys have run miles with brokenness.
others have died thrice within themselves.
& some have forgotten the lord's prayer.
Most girls believe boys do not cry.
But many held tears when my parents took a voyage with death
& a few weeks later/my girlfriend wrote a breakup note & posted it on my door.
If you find this poem.
rejoice not/many boys are taking a journey to the grave
& this is a poem from a broken magical poet.