Our spirits have been rocked to sleep by the arms of an oppressive system
That steals pieces of our sexuality every time we blink our eyes
We are walking narcoleptics
We are sleepwalkers
Waiting to be touched
Waiting to be woken up
Waiting for somebody to care
Waiting to care about ourselves
And the people with physical features that closely resemble our own.
We are peninsulas, dressed like islands,
Acting as though our emotions have been surgically removed
We are Black Gay Men
We carry hurricanes underneath our ribs and levees break whenever we speak
But these days we don’t speak anymore because silence is golden
And we’ve been told that fourteen years is worth twice as much as our voice.
We are the albino stepchildren of Nigeria.
We are Black Gay Men.
Many of us fighting for the rainbow colour on foreign soil, I can only say kudos
Because your little wars give those of us without courage strength in little doses
We’ve been beaten, castrated, hung, profiled, pulled over
We’ve been placed behind bars with chains worn by Barnabas
When they say Boko Haram is a threat to our safety
I think about how the terrorists I know do not wear turbans
They have badges, uniforms, two-tone vehicles
They convene in closed rooms with boy toys ramming their ghetto fab asses in their far-too-much free time.
In my hood, the threat level is at orange every time I’m hassled by men of the force at Berger
Hell! I can’t even keep a stash of gay porn on my devices
Lest the long arm of the Law reaches forward to spank my ‘criminal’ behind
The terrorists blew up Nigerians at Nyanya Park in Abuja a year ago
The terrorists captured women and girl children and matched them into the landmine-forests
The terrorists, those terrorists, are evil
And so are my terrorists, our terrorists
The ones who pounce and prey on us, attacking at our vulnerabilities.
And because Hope exists, I can’t help but wonder
If the new Leader will turn Nigeria around from its war against its Black Gay People
But because Cynicism exists, I can’t help but realize
That I won’t be holding my breath
Written by Vhar