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...

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