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there’s a boy floating down the street
his lanky arms dangling to the beats
of his empty stomach

he needs something

he has his eyes fixed on nothing
because mist of tears
occupy his mind with a spiral of never ending sad tales

he sees nothing

nerves dead to hope,
so much that everything bright and beautiful
appears clad in a tattered cloak,
mooing like a starving bull

he feels nothing

there’s a boy floating down the street
I don’t remember asking the wind to disperse my dreams

I am nothing


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30, a collection of poems by Jaachi Anyatonwu
Jaachị Anyatọnwụ
Jaachị Anyatọnwụ is a poet, editor, and publisher living in the suburbs of Aba. He is the author of numerous poetry chapbooks and collections, and the Editor-In-Chief of Poemify Publishers Inc. Jaachị is passionate about discovering new voices and mentoring emerging poets. He is also a fierce advocate for the boy child and sexually molested.

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