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First Poem

The first time is not unlike an exorcism:
Brash verbs see the light,
Tired metaphors cling calmly to heavy word constructs

The next time is not unlike a re-birth.
New words spring with premeditated tense murder,
Language — bloody, clubbed by hungry pronouns and adjectives — stellar.

That last time is marinated with neologisms,
Sarcastic fallacies, and busted biases.
Heavy and blatant, a rush against time from the start.
Style takes new form; the poet knows the light is on:
It’s time to get the groove on.

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Cameroonian writer and video creator. Featured in LEVEL and P.S. I Love You. I write about building relationships and personal transformation.

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