From The Abomination We Lynched Poem by Adeosun Olamide

My own casts me from
Forbidden they say I am
The boy there- the ashes
Forbidden say too he was
That my feelings draw my like
And flesh mine with same- comforts
So my vein rise not at touch contrary
But stirs at the caress a him- I burn for

Behold Lord the flesh I am given
Gaze on body you wore me
See what they done-
Yes people that call thee- Lord
See- that rags betters it looks
The scarred flesh I now wear
Yes in thy name tis done
This thy priests sentence with silence

Or is much my right my wrong so
That my good deeds here and there-
Quench not these flames I be hemmed in
Or why- suffers that endures my being on?
That hell be made so- for love a soul
Hear thy priest damns my soul to hades
That for my likes- Gomorrah ash
Say as my stake is art!

Hear too this voice and fear in it
That this filth that reeks of sin-
You shall look not nor near him
But gaze my shadow- coward Lord
And see tatters bore to redeem
For I be made so not by self
But be mixed with a dark sojourner
In body my soul is worn-

Father in heaven be not farther
That my ruins now upon swirls
And my wages art my gate-
Have me- as I run to thee
Let this ashes that ascend-
Be not hath by hades as said
But me coat with thy succor
For yes perhaps in heaven won’t be so

That there perhaps your creation may be free
And too- to love whom he wills-