A Room Full of Black Boys [1]

​They cannot know you You with your auburn With your alabaster With your ebony With your freckles You with your love of man With your love of woman With your love of X You who are everything Other And everything Same   Be as you are You who are far from They Infinite as Universes…

Black Bo(d)y Rising

Risen from the dead the boy belched up the daisies and the bullets that choked him: petal and powder What was any of it for Why was recess missed Why does metal kiss in sanguine colours that run yellow Given time I played I played I played I paid For playfulness Does not come in…

Breath work

I looked for you in the space between breaths Glaring at the other side of lids pressed tightly against life I searched and I waited for you to come–both and neither for I was still Focused on nothing, hoping for intention to manifest in forms other than dry lips and over-tunned senses I held hope…

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I remember being soft at your beginning Fleshy and robust if not swollen with mistrust I do not remember the details   Blurred with the age before, you began in brokenness and I was all but I remember being loved and yet malnourished The vitamin escaping me as I crept free of The texture of…

Breathe | Notebook Moments

What we wanted to do was breathe, but the hand on our throats caught the air as it squeezed by and swallowed it along with our screams and rebellion. …the things that worm their way out of my head and into my notebook – E.T.O

The Nigerian Woman- Legacies

Originally posted on Begin:
Ezi Odozor Hi guys! I would like to introduce this amazing woman to you! I met Ezi when I was in first year and my friend dragged me to an NSA event. She started the group and was president at the time. It’s a little crazy how three years later I…

(I)migration

I originally wrote this in response to question from the Guardian I was born in Nigeria on Christmas Day in 1990, but two years would pass and I would become a child of immigration. Canada bound we packed our belongings and left. My father had left a year or so before us in order to…

Until the Shore Comes

We have walked on the rocky shore, you and I Our toes are scratched Your skin has reddened under the sun and mine has given glory to the deep We have been dashed by waves and the spray has given the albatross a reason to take up our cause We are worn, but here are…

Nne’s House

The pot boils sweet in Nne’s house. The servings are healthy and each colours the palette, spooning newness into the souls of the dinner guests. This stew is rich and decorates the tongue, as it is lapped up drop by drop; the plate retaining nothing and everything. Who said you cannot eat it and have…

Black Girls; Left Untitled

Before I was, I met the sun. It hugged me onyx and left me deep, and deeply coloured. Earthly I wiggled in a space made by strength and time. Warm, I knew a warrior’s embrace and was knighted by a Queen, bolder than those colonial. She knew hardship and dared to decree, “I shall live…

Precipice

I have seen you And it is an image that I cannot (un)etch It has settled into the grain And fed during famine Letting old harvests die alongside yesterday’s laughter There is no more hope With a statement you smashed the bud And broke the line in two One to go east and one west…