Best Poem of Adeosun Olamide

Why We Shot The Negro
A demon lives next house
She is a ‘’temptress’’
-Exquisite and beautiful
She is the color of light
Not black nor dirt

If Devil is Negro
-I be glad then
-Knowing blacks ain’t
Maids in heaven
. . .
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If our love dies young
Or is wounded by time,
And my smooth is broken by age
When you, tired of loving it,
Do as we, to rusty chalices,
Or weary of my bosoms decay
Which as my beauty should, do
-When as my beauty should,
Your love declines and wane,
And your affection, deceased is cold,
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