Verbal Alcatraz
It was the gunshot of destiny,
and I had to runaway from this verbal firing squad,
where I experienced the black hiss
of gunpowder
and the black kiss of masturbating bullets
It was my integrity, moaning in
this oral deathrow,
sitting on the electric chair
of criticism,
I had to escape from this sobibor
and run free
to the land of acceptance.
By Kakraba Afful
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