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Therapy for Dark Torsos i grew up to be sieged by the nothingness of mind.like a spiegeleisen,it takes multitudes of dust to submerge a homo sapiens to the farthest micron. the least time passes the eyebrow & i watch Morpheusdupe my grounds like a scammer. in order not to plumage my body with doomi…
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Not only the transition of bright to dull in the skyOr the pregnant cloudsBut also the beautiful sightOf white untainted drops from the cloudMakes me love a rainy day. Not only the inviting fragrance of the wet soilOr the drumming beat of the stroke of rainBut also the beautiful sightOf naked children playing with…
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Skins That Sing i.Just say melanin.And I’d listen to the sky spell it out to me as: more of me. Dig through yourself to find me under your nailsSometimes ago, my mother compared me to a woman’swrapperAnd I felt joyous because she found me worthy of being next to a woman’s skin.But I am…
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Self Portrait at 19 it’s 5:00 in the morning. I tiptoe towardsthe room’s oldest mirror in my birthdaysuit, examining what parts of my father’ssilhouette I have carried into myself. Ithrow my body into several equations,solving for the closest i would equal toa rooster. & this poem? a rough sheet saying [ ]1I have grown…
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The lady with the issue of breast cancer for Ma Nancy during the delivery of this poem,the savior didn’t feel the touchof the lady with the issue of breast cancer it has flipped, three years nowsince you jumped out of the land of the living& i still wonder if your nipple pumps waterlike the…
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the language of descent I remember when we used to flyand how the sky carried us in its pouchthe wind caressing our wingsthe sun begging to join our flockand gravity yearning to understandthe physics that governed our motion one day, we were in the skiesand all of a sudden, guns appearedthrough the clouds, then…
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What If? What if the sun rises in the west and set at east?What if the moon shines at day and neglect the night?If the hands speaks and the eye walksWhat if we laugh at the morgue for a lost soul?And weep for the arrival of an innocent soulWhat if war brings brothers together?While…
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The wounds I’ve healed from do not keep me up at night – I have a scar on my knees. — Samuel Adeyemi My father in his morning ritualsleft his knees on the nakedpulpit in his silent bedroom. That is to say — his knees on the bedroomare scars in a museum:that wear the…
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I hear them giggle, I see them cuddle, what a buzz.Openly, unashamed, unrestrained.Oh! How they are head over heels for one another.I love love.And I’m jealous;Would I ever find love like theirs? Interestingly, I have a lover.This lover’s resolve is unquestionable and one I cannot phantom.Why would he want me? What does he really…