Poetry

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I have it here
On my lips

My eyes saw it all
My ears couldn’t have heard wrong

My mouth will speak
Of how my teacher’s mother died

My mouth can speak
Of the first lady’s concubine

I can tell
The family head of his mucus designed nose

I am not afraid
To tell grandma to close her sacred place

My mouth could speak
All that my eyes sees

My mouth could narrate
All that my ears heard

Amebo is my name
BBC is my surname

I am not afraid
For I have trained my mouth to fly

©Sam Petros Pen