Metamorphosis & A Girl as a Guitar

Two poems about Growth and Gynephilia — from Bobbybryan Uzoma

Metamorphosis

weightless/floating/i become a flower
released by the wind. & to be
amorphous is to expel
one’s self from self till form
disappears. this morning i watched
a boy shape-shift into
a man. this morning i
became that man & mother
teared. her tears like a stray petal
sought peace in the wind. & sometimes
a rumpled face with
flailing arms can be a synonym for
joy too. i can never
define metamorphosis without spewing
mother from my tongue. but i
know a thing begins when it
ends. i mean mother is dust in
body but flesh in
memory. nana readied me for life
but with thoughts of losing me
to it. & she believes the hourglass
can be a metaphor for
those who want to live.

A Girl as a Guitar

her hair was the feel of water kissing
my palm & yes, this is a poem
about last
night where we lured the seraphs
with music made from soft shiny
hair & expert fingers as
a plethora of orchestras
waits to get conducted on a
body. but tell me if you
know the colour of a perfect moan, or
the sound of buttered kisses
swaying to the cry of the audience
who want more. tell me if you
know.

Bobbybryan Uzoma(He/Him) is a Nigerian writer. He is the author of a poetry book titled: The Artist. His works have been featured in Eboquills, Eunoia Review, African writers review, Afreecanread, Nantygreens, Ngigareview, Avalanche initiatives and elsewhere. When he is not writing, he plays scrabble and chess. He writes from Lagos, Nigeria. You can find more of his work on his website: Bryans_Pen. And connect with him on Twitter @bryans_pen.