Jesse Ojuka

Everyone’s great until they get punched in the teeth.
Show me how soft the carpet is or how quickly the water gets hot from the boiler.
How many privileged accept that is the outfit they wear.
They rather hide in beer and fear.
And id rather smite with pride and cover up the hidden hammer with dictionary tangerines.
Hello or not. I don’t really care what the white person says.
I realised, they are not my saviour or my jest.
Each word must pass through the metal detector for anger or bitterness.
It’s all a brave.