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What if a blue boy knew
that the grumbling sky
and gloomy clouds
were out to beat him black cum blue?
God sneezed
Clouds gathered around His nostrils
singing hallelujah, the Lord ‘rains’.
lightning splashed
…but blue boy sauntered on
middle finger in the air.
And down came the rain
blue boy’s limbs learn to race.
I imagine God grinning
whilst I ran like a headless chicken
seeking shelter from torrential furry.

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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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