Poems from Ifeoma Onwuka
I sat up one night, and decided to walk into a white house.
I was screaming, in a trance, the ghost of another life was placed in my hands...
Take me out of this mindset;help me forget myself and what I can never be.
My skin was not meant to be pretty, nor was my hips meant to be...
The Challenge
I wonder when I will stop being seen as a challenge.
When boys won’t see just lips and hips, but my soul.
I’m so much more...