Posted By Afro-Awesome Guest contributor
On Jun 25, 2018
By M. Nyakara
One by one,
they are felling the trees.
“These thick-headed black men.
Do they not understand photo-synthesis?”
One by one,
they are felling the trees.
Bellies are empty,
but the forest is full.
One by one,
they are felling the trees.
see black bodies
swinging in the breeze.
One by one,
they are felling the trees.
Wooden crosses,
to mark black men’s graves.
Lost and Found
the map across your face
guides me to the mountain where I buried you
the river where I drowned you.
Broken Things
as I lay there that night,
I could only think of how the sound
of rain pounding brick and iron
reminded me of your fists
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