The Face of Poverty is Black and Other Poems was written by 21 year old Gabriel Opare. Among other things, the poetry book tackles a broad range of themes from love and betrayal to the gradual erosion of African ethnic culture. The book is available on Amazon for 10 bucks. Follow him on Twitter @gabriel_opare_

Here are some poetry lines from the book;

For tomorrow is a fine mystery 

Our days left, we may not count 

But hope is our unsung mastery 

With which we clear our doubts

We once live within ourselves

With streets of rich red dust

Clouds as game pieces 

The sky as its board 

The ground as a massive foot pillow

And nature as our only monarch. 

Here here, come thither

My lonesome petite serf

Docile as hunger

Squalid as a moth

What is thy ambition 

What doth thee nightly dream of

Every betrayal 

Drains a bit of spirit

Melts a small bone

And does away with it

The smile cures a nightmare

Too corrupts a genuine heart

It is staged as a true snare

And tutored well as an art

The fairies of nature float on every air 

Bathing between the lime grasses

Bleaching the earth an ebullient fair

Lucidly sinful to the bone, faultless in her face 

She has thighs that obliterate concern

Those thighs are soft sensual costumes

Averse to the rightest act of contrition

They instruct the penal rod in volumes

And it rises in awe, or submission

Her lips that can’t kiss back

The bush that makes decency crack

The fleshly high that evanescently crawls

Up, up, up damming you all the more

But it is that nocturnal untidiness

That makes love, the favorite chore. 

If you glide into those peculiar thighs

You’ve seen your own nirvana

And if she whimpers at your strobes

You are just a man no longer. 

Say, could you dismiss my wretch?

Or splotch amnesia upon my grief

Or toss me into the ocean instead

To hit my head against the reef

So I could find respite

Being numb in the head

Slumbering in the deep

Thoughtlessly impaired.

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