Life

Belonging Everywhere

I sink my feet in my mother’s compound Warm wet and oil black soil sips in between my toes I say to myself, ‘she carried the soil of her mother’s land.’ The soil of fertility The one that blooms flowers in August heat. Oil black soil, that grows crops in...

Ironies In History

Once the freedom fighters have been hanged as the oppressors, And the resistance fighters have been exiled, Once the taxpayers have been enslaved, And photos of the natives have been archived and others used to decorate the museum walls- As the last trace of black skin As the last memories...

Part I Requiem_When All This Is Over

When all this is over I will remember the distance and the silence between two - long like a ribbon of gloom. I will remember the around the world journeys I took Yet the most terrifying of them all - descending deep into my heart and the...

Part II Requiem_When All This Is Over

When all this is over We will remember the pitiful anticipation the nights before dawn As we waited for each day’s proclamation We will remember how numbers punctuated our lives: commas and periods We will remember it was the commas that knotted our stomachs so. And the comfort we would...

My Mother Weeps at Night

Sometimes when I’m alone I think of her The spaces in her heart that hurt, The sorrow she feels that only silence can heal. Tears that stretch long like a ribbon. I know my mother weeps at night, And the prayers she makes at midnight. I know the mountains she...

I Long to Soliloquize in my Mother Tongue

There is a space after the last period, Where love ends and lust begins, Where peace ends and wars begin, And I long to soliloquize in the language of the land. Gathering the remnants of my last thoughts, Lost hopes. Those that were, Those that never survived the light of day, The ones...

Here for Your Taking

I do, Though I do not know what I’ll be doing once you become insatiable When everywhere your manhood dips, Your craving for hips, The lies on your lips. I do not know which prayers to start with And yet here I stay for your taking. I do, I just do not know...

There is a Bedbug in my Bed

I’ve got to shake him off. This has got to stop. This has to stop! To have this here and now is illegal Though I experience pleasure beyond any legal limits. Crawling on my coffee skin, only at night time. And how can I stand his constant sucking? There is a bedbug...

A Father is Set Free

Today a father is set free And while he went while on his knees And he is not coming back to sit under his tree, Today a warrior had to flee. He walked on the earth Yet now there are no embers left in his eye’s hearth He lived in...

Writers

We sometimes write our fears, Hiding our desires in playoffs and words. We write to the people we are. We write to the people we would never be. We write to the people we would die to be, wicked or not. And that’s the thing with poetry, We are stringed together, Word...

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