POEM 94: UNFINISHED WORK 
Most times he feels like man
With hands in his pockets
Trying to lift himself up by the handle.
He tries
He tries
Hard
H A R D E R
Most times he feels like a dog
With bone around his neck
Trying to have a bite
Because hunger pangs.
He tries
He tries
Hard
H A R D E R.
Most times he’s a lad so fond of the stars
That night and it’s darkness
Scare him no more.
Most times…
Last night he stared at the stars
Reached out and took a light
Smeared it on his face
And slept to dream again.
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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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