The Face of Poverty is Black and Other Poems was written by 21 year old Gabriel Opare. Among other things, the poetry book tackles a broad range of themes from love and betrayal to the gradual erosion of African ethnic culture. The book is available on Amazon for 10 bucks. Follow him on Twitter @gabriel_opare_
Here are some poetry lines from the book;
For tomorrow is a fine mystery
Our days left, we may not count
But hope is our unsung mastery
With which we clear our doubts
We once live within ourselves
With streets of rich red dust
Clouds as game pieces
The sky as its board
The ground as a massive foot pillow
And nature as our only monarch.
Here here, come thither
My lonesome petite serf
Docile as hunger
Squalid as a moth
What is thy ambition
What doth thee nightly dream of
Every betrayal
Drains a bit of spirit
Melts a small bone
And does away with it
The smile cures a nightmare
Too corrupts a genuine heart
It is staged as a true snare
And tutored well as an art
The fairies of nature float on every air
Bathing between the lime grasses
Bleaching the earth an ebullient fair
Lucidly sinful to the bone, faultless in her face
She has thighs that obliterate concern
Those thighs are soft sensual costumes
Averse to the rightest act of contrition
They instruct the penal rod in volumes
And it rises in awe, or submission
Her lips that can’t kiss back
The bush that makes decency crack
The fleshly high that evanescently crawls
Up, up, up damming you all the more
But it is that nocturnal untidiness
That makes love, the favorite chore.
If you glide into those peculiar thighs
You’ve seen your own nirvana
And if she whimpers at your strobes
You are just a man no longer.
Say, could you dismiss my wretch?
Or splotch amnesia upon my grief
Or toss me into the ocean instead
To hit my head against the reef
So I could find respite
Being numb in the head
Slumbering in the deep
Thoughtlessly impaired.