A Duet: *THE RAPIST*  Just for a pleasure of few minutes, The degree of masculinity rises Leading the body towards a new direction His feelings hidden Giving him the new self reflection Holding her, forcing her, Blocking his personal thoughts of its  Repercussions. Her helpless screams and scratches  Meet the dead ends. Cleaning after the mess, Thus begin to reflect On what he just did. The tears and state of the victim Confirmed that it’d happened. Guilt and reality then fills in Finally results to eluding, Escaping the guilt by Shifting blames Making he seem like another victim Victim of what? His malevolence or lost of control? ~H_A_J_A_R_R    On a summer holiday Super excited I was  To visit my single uncle  At West End, a suburb of Michigan A place I could relish and savor my summer days. It went on and I’ve… Lived twenty-nine days without fears But on the twenty-ninth night I was shocked over night on my nig...

IN THE NAVEL OF THE SOUL What if, Our mother’s womb  Can no longer potters our wheel? What if,  We humans of Adam Can no longer fructify humans? What if, The antecedents of the past, present and future Can no longer speak well of homo? What if, The primordial element Can no longer be our pre-existing hole? What if, The order of nascency  Now appears in deuces? What if, The woods are now the roots Of our moulded dust? Will there be midwives To suppress the cries? Will Taye and Kehinde Still shares same destiny? Chuckles! Did they share the same before? A little wonder beckons and ponder Onto my ‘what if’ thoughts Has biology failed? Has the scriptures being all a fallacy? Has God refused and halt his promise? A conjecture of the soul Incomplete evidence of the navel and the soul Inspired by nothing but a figurative envision. IbbWrites© 2019.