Jesse Ojuka

Don’t ask me how I am 
If you are unable to look at the deep cuts 
From the lashes on my back 
Oh, but it seemed as though 
One was pretty 
As the aunty waited for me to say something 
After she called me cute 
That’s the least of my problems and icing 
On a stale cupcake 
Don’t try to fill my 
Small talk with floss