Brooklyn
I am born
In the arms of a mother who was
the shade of night,
if i am the snow
i glistened in her moonlight/
I glistened and shined bright,
a name that was different- music to
your ears,
a name that just sounded right/
No ties to the previous roots of my
past,
my father a man of many dreams and
aspirations, had wanted me to be vast/
in the sea of life where there
are endless
possibilities /
I glistened in the basking of my
dreaming,
mother and father always looking over
me
i am a seed in her mind
the dreamer and believer/
it never saw the light of day,
she was black ice and
she could’ve glistened too
but snow comes before the ice/
the dreamer, screaming a name,
her ears,
a name that would never see the light/
mother and father who kept her in the
dark, still wanted her and had
dreams of little one’s pitter-patterin/
she was a seed and in the mind those
dreams of
love and happiness lie /
mother who kept dreaming,
dreaming,
and she
dreams of her and
her
Amani Batura is a 19 year old Freelance Creative focusing on the influence of his words and culture through Voice, Imagery, then Action if need be. He spent 7 years studying the arts at a Pre-Conservatory program in the Rockies, now spending much of his time shedding light and writing Queer storylines with voices that have yet to be heard, jumping back and forth between the Mile High City and the City of Angels. Amani’s not afraid to get his vision completed, whether that may be with a pen, behind the camera, or even on stage so strap in and wait and see what he may bring!