We’re called humans by Oppong Clifford Benjamin

We’re called humans.

a boy tells his lover in six languages he understands that he is the long empty street he will walk as a therapy for insanity.

We are the flowers with yellows.
To be busy is to love somebody
So step into the earth, tear off a petal
and pretend you are growing.
Forget about life and its twin
Forget about time
draw a circle with your breath.
We wonder what we can do
when we look at the woman
shutting the last door in her eyes.
She’s saying death can come, she gives up.

But we are just the monkeys who fell off the tree, we were trying to fly.

Fire is nearer to humans than water.
We want to believe the butterflies
are our friends.
But butterflies just love to feed on yellows.
And the flow of water on a woman’s body is humans
praying to shapeless faces of deities.

©2018 Oppong Clifford Benjamin


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Oppong Clifford Benjamin is a civil engineer by profession and award-winning poet. His poems have appeared in KWEE magazine in Liberia, the Portor Portor (an anthology which featured six contemporary poets and six established poets across the world), Brittle paper, WRR, Ghana Writes Literary Journal, the UK poetry library. In 2013, WRR poetry in Nigeria honoured Clifford as the Ghana Poet of the year. Clifford has read his poems in Ghana, Nigeria, South Africa and Russia. He has authored a collection of short stories titled The Virgin Mother and other short stories, published by Forte Publishing house in Monrovia, Liberia.




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