a portrait held the four-corner of my father’s house/ this portrait had the story of how my father & my elder sister became monsters/turned our compound to sin city/ where we lived as foreigners.
i was a kid when my father married another wife/ she made our home a theatre/ turned my bruised mother to a whispered tune, forgotten in my father’s tube of heart.
she made my mother actress to series of accusations/ my mother was affiliated to lots of abominations and allegations.
i was still a toddler when my father sent my mother to the hut behind our house/ to live & die with the dust.
her tears turned to my father & her worries became my sister before she left us in silence.
i was still a teen when my eighteen years of age sister teamed up with her friend to tease me with a film/
she carried me on her metaphorical bed/ her friend used her Jezebelical fingers to pull down my trouser/ she grabbed my quick-graduated penis/ pencilled it to her tweeted mouth/my sister opened her paradise/ told me that the gate fee is free but could be freezing.
i was just a kid when I tasted a sin & wrote our story in the portrait that held the four-corner of my father’s house.
Adigun Temitope Idealism is a creative writer, poet, street photographer, event planner and freelance journalist. He is the author of a poetry collection, Lines on the seat (LOTS) and also a co-editor of a poetry anthology, Adulthood is a scam. He is the editor-in-chief of BLACK PRIDE magazine.