wished my weekends are mine.
not dominated by assignments.
grudged i wrapping my head
in folds on these frustrating full page papers.
i am a sloth and i am tired of repetitive paperwork
watch me climb a tall building and fling into the air a firework.
these newly birthed questions with a stern look
are repetitions of which that are wrinkled in my grandpa’s old books
so loose me from ancient time
i am a yatch boy
so let me buoy .
Poem
Quadri Yahya is an ND2 student of the department of Mass Communication
