Zara Medugu Casts Her Mind Back In Poetry, "We Came, We Saw"
I stare at her eyes Clouded with conjunctivitis and worry The lines on her face are deeper now, collecting dust from the compound Her clothes hang loose Her...
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THE DUCKLING IN THE SHADOW OF THE SWAN by Modupe Adio
There are many things I love about myself; my acerbic wit, my willingness to admit when I’m wrong and the fierce protectiveness I have for the women who...
Unremarkable by Adewojumi Aderemi
Sometimes I feel like I’m not enough, not exciting enough. With my long braids, popping highlighter and closing septum piercing, I call this phase my...
