BAKA BARAKOVE BINA
An entry in The Crocodile Prize
Kina Securities Award for Poetry
Penned in tribute and in memory of Don Liriope – Igat Hope 2014
He was the pearl of my eyes, she said of her love
I saw fluttering butterflies on the corners that we met.
His lies were my music that throbbed at the ropes of my heart.
I couldn’t wait for him to get his arms around me.
I had wanted to melt into him and to hold him for myself
And I did .... and you were the result.
I was the result...
I must have come pre-packaged like those carrots that you see on the seed packages
I must have cried and laughed.
I must have brought joy and happiness to her and him.
I must have true blue blood, his.
Oh yeah, I have a nose that’s too thin for my liking, his.
And short legs, like hers, whad - ever.
And they must have liked each other too much for me to be born.
It is no mistake that I was born then.
I have blood like them all, like all my other relos.
I have some brains like everybody else.
I have feelings like everyone and that too is whad – ever.
I have a craving – whad-ever
To dress in whad-ever I like.
One pinga shoes
Tight jeans too
That hold up my - you know what
I want to have a one liner – andap long eye
Tyre earrings whad –ever
Oiyo – let me be.
You know ... I was the result of your secret liaisons
I am not asking for you backside
Talk to me front on like you do to others
I am true blue blood