Birthday Elegy (For the families of ET 302 victims) 1. & what poem shall we give to comfort the girl by the windowsill awaiting
Preferred It is a preference, My preference, To keep my sides shaved close, And my high top high, When stepping fresh out of the
Prozac The wave of nausea pushes her forward, further into the toilet bowl. The yellow bile with the crumbly white powder from the Prozac
To The Awkward Adolescent Nigerian Male Praise your magnificent dark skin glory Praise your magnificent fair skin glory Praise your can’t
Besties My childhood best friend was fat. She was also light-skinned. So, she was fat, But beautiful. I was dark-skinned. That was it.
Curvaceous Black Sappho in White Shoes (After Nona Faustine’s Photograph, “From My Body I Will Make Monuments In Your
Absent My friend’s father is a dead soldier. By dead I mean, he blinks, he breathes and shifts between spaces Every now and then but
The Mayor sings for himself (i) I am the man who Kan Father, son and lover The one they call Mayor (ii) They call me father I
Anatomy of Silence What do I accept from this silence, this silence that lacerates peace, this silence, anathema to bliss, this silence,
Till Death Comes Knocking On Our Doors Here, even amongst our own Anything you say of depression Can be dismissed as Eurocentrism