What is the thing called life? By Eniola Abdulroqeeb Arówólò

what is this thing called life?                      So fleeting is this thing called life,                            we journey toward its end…—Avi Fleischer. once i was a child, innocent & delicate & frolicsome / building sandcastles in the full burst of sun / & all i knew was a world, a circus of laughter / where sweet dreams tour…

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Al-Laban by Anthony Salandy

Yima* tells me I must break my fastWith shrivelled dates and soured milk (I long for sweet fruits to disturb my insulin) Grandma tells me I should think notOf religion for compliance is weak (My classmates belittle me for my faith) I hide in large hallsWhere ancient scriptures judge me (Whilst others yell ‘infidel!, sinner!,…

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Just by Adeola Sheehy

Just because the bruises aren’t there doesn’t mean your hands don’t hurtJust because words are your weapons doesn’t mean the wounds don’t cut deepJust because I didn’t scream no doesn’t mean I didn’t fight backJust because I am your love doesn’t mean I deserve your hateI wish I was small, pale and fragileI wish the…

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2 poems by Mayah Lovell

Illustration by @iggdeh black body as a sexual tool  power between dichotomy leave me no more  wax dripping from back water falls off head ricochets candelabra a sound like sshhhhhhh why make it make me stay here the right side of my back my lower back (it is clumped heavy with wax) my nipples drag hard…

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