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Black Is Life | Obasa Oluwafumilayo Martha

BLACK IS LIFE



In the depths of Nile
we crawl into open winds with-
a nest of air.
Black air in the dark
running against a light skin -on a brown frame
                                              —with subtle fingers
and playful hearts.

A game of hearts  —one white, one black.
Interplay of silk diamonds
                            -and honey in each mouth,
Assemblies of knives
-a threat of love. 
Long sheets drawn of life for black.

Black (brown frame): My corymb of cries
                                    -filled in a bottle.
                                    A sync of feelings-left to
                                    die.
                                    Crickets in my home
                                    enhance
                                    your diminishing absence;
                                    I seek for you,
                                     Black is life.
White(light skin)       : Your frame of warmth
                                                —my dear hope.
                                      I love you so,  for your
                                     Sweet air is dark -against
                                     my light skin.
                                     Shield me in your heat,  
                                     Black is life.

BIOGRAPHY.

Obasa Oluwafunmilayo Martha (Phummie) is a poet and photographer, currently studying History And International Studies in the University of Ilorin, Nigeria.
She is also a former content writer of the Lagos culture blog; a blog that deals with everyday life in Lagos state, Nigeria. Striving for success, she wishes to become well known in the fields of poetry and photography.  She has had some of her works published in various magazines. She resides in Asokoro, Abuja, Nigeria. Feel free to reach her via funmi796@gmail.com.


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