I pick my life like glass from the floor Pretend that you love my body And I, your soul. We kiss and you tell me how I am real We walked into A pile of clothes That had flowers, I picked you like Lily from the edge of the bed That broke into a river… Continue reading Ghana Circa’24
Essays & Poems
Death Poems
The pain that I feltWhen I wrote this poemIs what you need to experienceTo write this type of poem I sit under a bridge in Nigeria,Understanding whyI left Estonia to comeBe with my motherWe fought. I fought Her ideologies sinkInto me like sharp nailsDig into my little backAnd spilled blood on the floor I mop… Continue reading Death Poems
Tears like blood
In my head is madness Take me back to when It all began how I was conceived in pain So all I know is pain My eyes shut at The way my head Wants to explode over expectations that chatter on the floor Like glass, it burns My eyes, tears like blood Flowing down my… Continue reading Tears like blood
You and Me
If your face is the brilliant sun and I am the earth rotating around it, Would you still want me? And If your heart was a ball of volcanoes and I was an orange tornado, would you still want me in the way that I want you when I am just the rain falling on… Continue reading You and Me
Know
They did not know, and they did not care to know.
Books on books and they didn’t see the need to grow
or feed their souls from starvation
I am mushy like I am in love
I’m mushy like I’m in love My pastor speaks in tongues A baby in red screams Put down your leg on the foundation of christ I read my erotic books in church My stomach bulged right before reuniting with a guy after two years— let me pay your dowry You are in a hurry I… Continue reading I am mushy like I am in love
Scissors
Receipt and agony Give me sugar sex and balconies I need filters of war and a car wash Red oil is sweet when you use it A haircut is bad when you let it You bought a cat and named it Tasty She nibbled your breast and you felt it Masturbate before the cat Let… Continue reading Scissors
ONE THIRTY
Earrings lie naked close to a blue cup Vaseline and coconut oil, one for my hand, the other for my hair. The end of a tunnel is darkness or a baby Hugs are healthy, try a cigarette instead If I sleep now, death will pass, for the time is ripe and the knife is sharp.… Continue reading ONE THIRTY
Mysterious being
I. Wires and bibles, boxes and scribbles There is a man waiting for me at the door, he says he likes me. II. I’m pondering about the sex market and why I can’t break in, I’m such a nice fellow— I just need a little finishing and coaching. of truth dear, the smell of inexperience.… Continue reading Mysterious being
WEED AND TALKS
On my way to work, I looked at the mountains, I love to sit by the window and look at structures, buildings, trees, and landscapes, today, I wasn’t sitting by the window, I only had access to the mountains through the glass in front of me, I was fascinated by fogs, do they fall on… Continue reading WEED AND TALKS