It's the burst lip
slowly healed with tongues
softly
aching
warm as the sun

It's the grinning tooth
making incisions
sharp
through the heart
of its chosen victim

It's the once empty mouth
compelled to devour
the words in-between
the speaking in vowels

It's the voice that calls
before it's too late
the one
you always tell to wait

a cigarette tastes good after this drink, but I know at some point through the night I’m going to look at myself as tears fall in the bathroom sink.

there is a void in
his shape within me — and there
are these spaces he
left wide open — places that
I have not learned to close yet

I of Africa, Africa for i
Are my ancestor, my future generation
My grandfather, my grandmother
My father , my mother
My brother, my sister
My nephew, my niece
My uncle, my aunt
My cousin, my neighbour
My son, my daughter
My root, my stem
My spirituality , my beliefs
Are the air i breathe,
Are the water i drink,
Are the food i eat,
My seasons, my memories
My happiness, my love
My experience, my wisdom
Africa you are me and i, you

i cant wait to die
to rejoin the stars
and I will be with u again
my starboy

Hiding in my own gaze,
Dreading to meet yours.
Wondering what hurts more,
Hiding, or being Found?