A Soft Ibo Girl Poem by Ray Anyasi

A Soft Ibo Girl



I swear she is not just in dreams
or in my wet fantasies.
Though my hope may flow more than streams
and my dreams can fill the seas.

She exists, she does for real.
She walks the streets in flesh and blood.
Her smile always a fine deal
from a clean heart so fine and broad.

How can I make you believe me?
That my dreams can grow two legs.
Drop the world and now follow me,
take my baskets for your eggs.

Twitter has her as a sweet girl,
I do as a soft Ibo girl.

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