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it’s this walk… this war by Masingita Masiya

[tabby title="Poem"]These traceable steps that dissolve in the road that leads me back here I thought I could lose the road when I ran away But my shadow on the ground is a whisper from the moon That I will...

featured poem: In Response to the Blood by Elizabeth Wurz

I When I was a child, I tended to the garden for what seemed like months. From the farm, across the cattle guard, I walked down Highway 60 past the Church of Christ. Its well out back was covered with...

I used to piece words by zamantungwa

I used to piece words In a rhythm that moved hearts My pen kissed the page tenderly And Words would flow To Fuel struggles of woman power, black consciousness and love And so armed with my book Blk and blue...

Who am I? by Miriam Dube

[tabby title="Poem"]WHAT OR WHO I AM Who am I? Am I acquainted with myself? Do I identify with myself? Am I able to construe myself? OR, Do I succumb to what people say I am? Do I except my destiny...

I Walked by Gavintonks

[tabby title="Poem"]I walked 

I walked in the dark, on an African plain, The moon and stars, they stared, from the blue black, blanket pinned across the sky. I stumbled against the rock strewn landscape, while Khoi ancestors sang their shaman...