Turned the tv to
Broken bodies bents backwards
gory gymnasts
but the split
ain’t athletic.
straight-up on some survival shit
- Sprinting from torn homes
to grab hold of
something sturdy
to simply stay standing.
as life carries love away
swimmers weeping in flood water
mixing tears with brown fear of
drowning with hands up
towards an empty sky
peace is silent there
hiding in dry places
i can’t imagine how the air sounds
well, i can - but
the thought takes me to a place
i can’t open the door to
so i turn the channel
maybe today oprah will be giving away souls.
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Womanchild, .know.love.be. Thyself.
- z.bediako
- a womanchild in a land where nothing is promised. my belly births a bundle of sounds. words live inside my head. sometimes they stay there for years. aching to marinate. i await for spices to calm them. saturate them. give them life.taste.rhythm. i share it through sound.words. i write lovepoems & politicalprose. i stay singing. i'm often laughing. and always loving.
Peace -
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This piece transported me to that scene, wherein I could feel the flood waters...and smelled the scent of desperation in the air. Tragic scene, excellent poem.
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