Street Breed Poem by Onome Akpotayobor

I never thought I would leave this street,
for I am a true breed.
I am out of the street but the street is not out of me.
I have overflown my banks and now I am claiming
Lands from the desert. I intend to claim as much
Land there is to claim until there is no more desert or
Death becomes me, whichever one comes first.

I have never seen so much charm and deceit in
One go, one of the few things there both have in
Common, the great divide that gets ever wilder.
Whichever part you find yourself, it gives you no
Quarter.

I have learnt never to envy no man, the paths are
Never straight but yet lead six feet below ultimately.
So whatever breed you turn out to be, it's nice to
Know that a bed of maggot and a blanket of worms
Awaits us all.
So do well to open the flood gates.