Poems from kibesso
The world is suffering again;For the little girl made a mistakeNothing was allowed to stand in her wayBrown sugar caught her soulSizzling...
The day that I touched the soda.
That was the day that my voice was siphoned and given away to him to stomp on and crush. I hid in the...
Crinkle. In the palm of my hand. I see black pitch foil. I smell the smoke. It is acrid, rotted, sticky in my throat. One hand holds life...
Black hole of shame
Formed from the seed, gut, pit
My eternal loneliness is my blessing
My shame is my crust
Slow moving and sturd
My pain is my creation
Caused by twisted rusted gear
And white horses that run up army walls.
The pistol is cocked in my mouth;
Hidden...