Poetry: In Memory of Libya Again!

I’ve heard stories that churned my insides Of poverty, war, lips and limbs maimed Of a city where a head had a price The sun and moon set not for the wise Sky, covered in red, green and black...

If i were my forefathers

The isolation in exile of my forefathers Makes me wonder if they are still scared If they help us their oppressors will rise, Why sip from our gin and bite our kola If you won’t come to our aid...

Cities

There’s a town in my bones a town where flowered roads are saturated with laughter of bodies souls that are shook. There is a town in between my chest edging memories aside it is not as brown as the...

What they did yesterday afternoon

They cuffed mama with 6 drip bags Switched her bones with cardboard paper Told her she was too old for hair I looked at her like a corpse looks at the world The rhythm in her breath was a song by Bob...

It continued for long

To carry a pot of soup Uphill the kitchen And not feed mother Earth the content Is hard work I choose the work Of writing in my head Weaving patterns in my heart Translating thoughts to action...

Inside the many verses

Seeing Papa Right before my eyes The world rolled like dice I was stuck in between ways , For the breaking of the days, Were in twos. The night introduced. To me, the great fear of the dark And the...

Breathe

Learn Inhale Then exhale There’s no super Power to learn to breathe, for if you must live you must apply this over and again until your nose does it without having to read a manual or watch a...

Fear paint

Height How dare You hold me? Enter my dreams, Peel me off my skin, Hold tight my legs, Chain my eyes and scream out loud. I can’t paint I can’t speak well when it comes to you. so now, I beg fade...

To judge a stranger

he looks like she said he’d without the marks and facial bruises he’d look a lot better his smiles say he would be brash the twist is found in his eye lash he looks kind and unkind stares...

Bad Holidays

Seeing these seven days yawn, We know that they are weak. They slumber even at dawn Moving slowly like they are starved, In the burning sun. Even Tomorrow feels lazy to come When holidays go bad...

How they live

And that is how they live Leave home to dismay home In vain conclusions, they dive Make promises when in distress What they won’t take, they give Felons condemning other fugitives With their...