Conflict, For Country, Poetry, Revolution

Cold Fire

Yesterday, everyone that hates us was tried and convicted For stealing and looting For the bombs that dropped on Baga and the girls of Chibok Today the sun will rise upon the graves of those who rest Upon the hearts of those who endlessly hope My name is Fatima and I live in a town… Continue reading Cold Fire

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For Country, Poetry

I am She

I was doomed from the beginning. Before I got a chance to know my family, I was sold into slavery. My father was royalty, but when my new parents came, He sold me off like a bale of cotton. So, I became one of them. Dressed like them, Talked like them. Ate, what they ate… Continue reading I am She