poetry
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Beauty Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and I be holding beauty when I glance upon them theoretically shaping the future into an afro- concentric sharpness that shook the white power structure into confronting a black consciousness organized with a mandate and a mission to dismiss that old time religion that said everything…
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Elsie was a straight A student, a dutiful daughter and a speaker of three languages. I was nothing of the sort but still, we became friendly enough that I was able to ask why the French teacher called her Tuyet. Americans say its hard to pronounce. I tested it on my one language tongue. Tuyet.…
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When it is finally ours, this freedom, this liberty, this beautifuland terrible thing, needful to man as air,usable as earth; when it belongs at last to all,when it is truly instinct, brain matter, diastole, systole,reflex action; when it is finally won; when it is morethan the gaudy mumbo jumbo of politicians:this man, this Douglass, this…
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a generation of violets spreads into english gardens formerly manicured with the precision of the queen’s english. exigent circumstances leads to a silence which tries but fails to silence desperate desires for cassava and groundnut in love (secretly) with sister killjoy’s black-eyed squint they spread not their language to their seeds who travel far on…
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She cried me a river which I populated with salmon. She then fished up my nose for coke fiend dreams to tell her unstoried friends but I was unpowdered like puff the magic dragon. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
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La Guerre III the bigness of cannon is skilful, but i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility of poppies… i say that sometimes on these long talkative animals are laid fists of huger silence. I have seen all the silence filled with vivid noiseless boys at Roupy i have…
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the women wet the waterfront with womb water delivering twin coral children whose ceilings are fluid and permutable. he is one. i am the other. brother and sister who knew our selves before brackishness and the rift caused by the damming of the river. she and i, twin occupiers of our mother’s womb. the hierarchy…
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1. The Cane Fields There is a parrot imitating spring in the palace, its feathers parsley green. Out of the swamp, the cane appears to haunt us, and we cut it down. El General searches for a word; he is all the world there is. Like a parrot imitating spring, we lie down screaming as…
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i stare at the water. i walk around it. i stare at the water inside. i am bleeding. my water mixes with the water. i am drowning. i ripple like sunshine in the water. i am heated hot enough to be food for fish except they like it cold. i go down deeper. i used…
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the women wet the waterfront with womb water, delivering coral children whose ceilings are fluid and permutable.
Tichaona Chinyelu 
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