Wild

there should be a heavy influence of  music here, yell out loud when you catch the vibe

i get off the bus with my head high
settled curls on my head label me as the shit

i threaten my roommates with prank calls
our surreal love stinks up the whole apartment

we laugh over a bowl of rice
the daily bread the lord provides as empty calories

i shower and sing with Beethoven
behind, i renege on my claim to not gorge on these exotic things

i am stuck home and dealing
the bastards upstairs are playing cards and yelling  gringo at intervals

after a long day, my mouth releases contracted Os
too tired of faking it, i only dive after unsaid words

there are some soiled laundries to do:
thousands of expletives for people asking me to speak louder

i rinse and dry my tongue, a daily night routine
a clean tongue communes directly with the heart

i say a frightening prayer and name my hell
she masquerades as a small town swallowing soldiers

i fall asleep only to see my neighbors
in a dream shooting—attacking this peace i cannot afford

there is no rest here
we’ve come shaped by the hardship at home

when i say beat me and then release me
fear the wild that has found home in me
Notes:

Audio poem read by Chiamaka Anita Onyenekwe.

Source: Poetry (February 2023)