Behind the door is another door, beyond that, is nothing, that’s where God is, and that is who I am.

temple mileu
sacred chants aloud
surging crowd
priests unable to
recite ancient scriptures
soul searching suspended

i keep waiting for red roses to bloom,
but your fingers only know bruises
and you find me so pretty in blue.

Soon the country will cry as I do
And their tears will fall like rain
But they won't dance in dry dust
To feed the thirsty green
They will fall on bloodied streets
And on freshly filled in graves
Rivulets to rivers
Growing in the rage
'Til torrents flood and bridges fall
And all is washed away

Scramble for Africa,
Like pieces on a board game
North, south, east and west
Plains leading every way.

They don't have Bibles,
they don't have faith?
Perhaps it is time
we teach them of our ways.

Let us begin by erasing their past,
let's take some of their artefacts,
hang them in our museums;
admire our murderous past.

Afiifa Jeylani ©️

I am intoxicated by you.
The smell of your clothing,
The taste of your lips,
The feel of your hair,
The structure of your face,
Everything about you
Overwhelms my senses
And makes me
Pull you in tighter
And bring you in close.
I cannot stop
Wrapping myself in
Your arms.
You intoxicate me.

I want to be a theatre,
A reflection of a billion human emotion.
I want to be a word,
A musical note,
Or a dream,
that bleeds through the artist's loving hands.
I want to be a world,
that holds dear to its heart
Everything and everyone
And tells them
That's where they belong.