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REMIND ME OF BOYS AGAIN by John Chizoba Vincent


#HappyInternationaldayoftheboychild
#365daypoetrychallengeforadvocacyandsocialchange

#Day86
Whose mind are gold of thoughts,
Those who empty their lives into the nostril
of a sudden wind but never returned home
They went far away as broken dusts
In a world of action and reaction,
Don't fear the man behind his
deeds fear the victims
But boys are too hollow to be left behind,
They are the authors and finishers who
no one celebrates.

Dreams are buried,
Aspirations packed up,
Boys do not have thrones,
But girls have more to breath.

Girls are queens,
they make it to Forbes most valued,
Because to be truly relevant is remaining
a girl; a victim of circumstances...

History has been long designed by the society,
She made girls like her win wars with tears,
Who cares about the fallen?
The boys are always painted with frown,
Remind yourself of boys who reek havoc on themselves trying to imitate themselves.

The whole society is based on lies,
Of boys who are Heroes and kings,
Of boys who are not to cry out loud;
Of boys whose tears are deception.
Like Religion, like wars, like freedom,
Lied to us from the beginning of the end,
the society submission deceived us all
Men are too humble, boys are too foolish,
to believe every word that society told them
they can't even interpret the words on the wall.

Remind me of boys again,
Whose mind are too old-fashioned,
too withdrawn from tattered memories
of sand of time, they live behind the future...
Holding waters into illusion of freewill.

remind me of boys again
whose parent kicked against the
tide of the shrine of their world
riding towards the home measured by gory...
They've failed to resist this disease of
"boys don't cry but they stay stronger"
Brainwashing the reality of this ancestry ancient lies suck.


The male child is not born with an
automatic upbringing manual,
he needs attention and proper upbringing
to remind himself of himself for being him.





John Chizoba Vincent is a cinematographer, filmmaker, music video director, poet and a writer. A graduate of mass communication. He believes in life and the substances that life is made of. He has three books published to his credit which includes "Hard Times", "Good Mama", "Letter from Home". "For boys of Tomorrow" is his first offering to poetry. He lives in Lagos.



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