WOMAN OF THOUSAND NATIONS (A Poem) by Iorember Abayol Peter (Day 1 of KSR 31 Days of Poetry)

Cry, smile, laugh, giggle at testicles of light and death
You are life, the definition of the big that bangs
You are the millipede that tickles the mucus in the head of giant bugs
You are the lost hope of Dali, the last unicorn
You are woman of a thousand nations, mother of bastard kids
Your smile is creation inspiration of God; death of mankind
Your five legs in Fendi holding forging hammer of blacksmith
For the kingdom of ironman
You are dust, you are melting ice, you are tusk of African elephant
Your smile is a force that split rocks of Zuma
You are a lost kit in the republic of children
Glow, you are the virgin breast of a retired prostitute
You are atom
The very atom in nothing and nothing can be without atom
You are the end that must be for the beginning to begin
You are horn of the last unicorn in the museum of God the republic of form.

Iorember Abayol Peter is from BENUE Nigeria, he’s a member of SEVHAGE literally development initiative. He writes words that his mind births in form of poems. He believes to be a messager of surrealism and astral existence.