It was my fault I placed Myself Gently In his arms In that kingdom Of male privilege In his bed between us There was that
Category: Poetry
All forms of poetry
I’d befriended the sun before I met you, It betrayed me by hiding it’s head – inward its shell, leaving me to the sourness of
After today buried its lightness in the scary darkness of this night/ the only surviving source of light I had was *baba agba’s* white garment.
TW: mentions of death and sex I entered a neighborhood graveyard & dig out frames & epitaphs of its inhabitants with a heart of questioning.
TW: mentions of death The last time i attended the funeral of a young lad, whose age’s same as mine. I couldn’t in his grave
cruel is the world that goes on cruel is life that will never stop for the fallen bodies nor the fallen souls not to mourn
After falling like a stone running down the superficie of a flowing rock in this dark chamber that carries the earth my
/ after you fluttered away / like a leaf leaving its origin / I realized the color of which grief is painted / red with
She was waiting. In the darkness which surrounded her She grew herself a garden And it shielded her from the world She was waiting for
