Ijeh Poem by Jide Pounds Ibitoye

A chatting night of bliss
a hour of rodent and meows kiss
Rachael heard a gunshot
and she made fun of the beauty
thought

In her she conceive science yet
unborn
the cells and genes of our black
son
yet weightless is her knowledge
of her heritage
an abundant of art in her gene
she cage

sound her the music of her skin
the neglect of her roots is her sin
if you show her the reason we
were slaved
she may turn new live to her
homes bravery

Ijeh is her sur
remove the scale that makes her
sight blur
'cos we're in a new generation
that wears the native occasion