Something strange (poem) by Otatade Okojie

There is something strange
About the young one
This young seedling
Lopsided grin
Hooded eyes
Masking a sea of discontent
An Opium of Longing
Something odd about
The veins like
This Octopus
needing to be loved
Yet so desolate
an Island
A separate being
There is something
strange about the way
Every action
is a question mark
As though she would
Quiz her own
And her shadow
would trudge off
in Confusion
It is puzzling
To be lost
In a skin
That belongs
To you

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