(poet, storyteller, activist) My name is February. My name is February. I was sold my breasts, private parts and eyes my brain are not mine yet like the São José I am ruined often sank by another storm no Jesus...
Palestinian blood is a cruel antidote,to the dreamlike slumber white supremacy,has over the world.A blood sacrifice to hold a pale mirror up,so the world can see itself soberly,hung over, and bleeding.Palestinian children drinking water from puddles,do they see the moon...
(for Lefa Walter Pela) Mind Your Own Business:Cry wolf in a sheepskinThe Comrades MarathonIs a foxtrot to nowhereNewspaper man in slow motionGone too soonHe was taken outBecause selling news is a formOf selling outA satchel full of tabloidAnd broadsheet hardcopiesOf...
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“Don’t bolt your food,”my Mama cried.I heeded heradvice sometimes. So natural to meis that wisdom a priori,it must have comegenetically. I sat downat the feast of life,and watchedthe diners gag and die. They bolted food,those greedy souls,and cried,“What a way...
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Was beauty ever known beforeYou came around in the human lore?Was such a grace in human form everwrought,In the highest image or thought? Born in Mogadishu, Somalia, the poet was raised in a politically prominent family; yet in his early...