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...
the sweat of rain the savanna on my tongue we may cry wolf paradise may save all sinners the burning bush evenings that bring us olives beyond the frames of my eyes the eyes of darkness for...
I pick them anytime I bend down You cannot imagine the combination of rice, bitter leaf and celery In the mouth of an honest man . My hair stands on edge when a snake slides by Makes fanta smell...
”Africa” is a poem by the Afro-French poet David Diop (1927-1960), who was born in France to a Senegalese father and Cameroonian mother. Although he died at a young age in a plane crash...
love knows nothing of loving or fireworks. words parade like maidens choosing suitors with tales like these battles, scars, memories in Libya Liberated my love for mountains. If i fall a prey And...
if we clap and howl silently Mountains may clear out patched pieces of throat What then shall humans bargain with? Today, raise these hands as unto heaven Imagine fallen breasts rising, singing...
Dirty tiles slide men without extra heads. There is a place where elephants discuss men. They talk of Ivory as a king. Memories dance like earthworms do in farms of salt. They have scales, fragrances...
if i ever get to pray as if i believe in God I may begin to disbelieve like i believe that even is odd i believe i can be awed and disbelief may make me flawed but it’s my belief and so be it...
A lie is a lie forget white or black It’s easy to cherish something you bought A happy person is not without lack That there’s a white witch and dark witch sounds whack Just as the news is part of a...
that is how to fall in love the first time when we don’t know for sure how deep we’d fall and we would know how far we’d need to climb. some may fall like an embattled enzyme too...