Somewhere Invincible
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Art by Hillary Uzomba
You wouldn’t know how
long you have lived
until you stare at the
mirror and see your once
slimmed jawline, heavy,
filled with hollow,
carrying grief from ages.
Your neckbone sagged,
spilling flesh,
you are no longer
the girl with the silky hair
Your hair that imitates the colour of the
rain clouds at night have taken the
golden sheen of the moon.
Your bosom lays out flat
like drylands,
forgetting its fullness
that gave life.
Your bed, empty,
filled with noises of
departing footsteps.
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Finding Clarity
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Art by Hillary Uzomba
It has happened,
my mind is clouded,
failing to make perfect
lines of poetry,
everything is bleh.
Things are happening too fast, very little,
I woke up and the world has moved
ten times ahead and I am
wondering where to fit in my big dreams.
I call a friend and he unleashed piles of
his own worries and our minds are clouded yet again.
My friend says the rosary,
this one sits by the fire in rage,
another cuts her skin in supplication.
My mind is clouded again
and I have no words to
describe them into a poem.
By Amaka Obioji
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