Yours truly,  Anonymous

Tochi reminds me of days I was close to God
Now my eyes are opened they’ve seen things odd

Lardo is my best friend
we’ve traveled and loved and fought and amended

Olajide is my brother and
the son of his father’s land

Abdulqudus taught me bad things
except drinking and flinging flings

Vera my Butterfly, if only
if only she’d understand my agony

Pauline is a bag of vibe
and a punch of feelings and tribe

Aunty B is my other mother
she has never failed to shoulder

Rudolph owns the best poem on strife
I have ever listened to in my life

Leonell, the only person I have
ever looked up to, I wish I had his halve