I didn't feel like a man.
I was a boy among my peers.
The girls i wanted wouldn't even talk to me,
because I had no beard.
I tried different things,
I visited many juju men.
They took my money.
They gave me creams and ointments to use.
Still, i grew no beard.
Only what seemed like three strands of hair on my chin.
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High Off These Thoughts
PoetryI overthink a lot. I think at some point in life, we all do. This work tells you about deep thoughts and happenings that continue to exist daily, all told in the first person narative. These poems are written in freeverse, and are designed to make t...
