Freedom Poem by Ryekotoo Julius Peter

Yesterday, I read in the university library
amidst elites, I supposed!
It was not a library of books only
But that of randy ladies.
It was a gallery of hair fashions:
Ponytail, dreadlocks, flyaway
And permed hair,
Flattop, shave head, fine hair
And undercut

With strident cry,
Tiles complaint on the rhythm
the high-heeled shoes make.
With mixed smell of fragrance perfume,
I almost puked my supper
and the stench woke up asthma in me.

Freedom of wears and ages
Buried morality beyond resurrection,
Thigh contest amazed me:
Chocolate brown and dark creamy,
Slender, fleshy and bony thighs.

Empty the brain I went in,
Empty the brain I came out.