- Father’s Beads.
Last night, i saw through the cracked walls- again-
“Father is grand
Father does all
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- Incommunicado
In my Great aunt’s house
There are standing tall glass bookshelves
That are far out of my reach.
They contain books
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- An Ode To Toxic Grey Feminity.
My Grandmother’s kitchen was made up of Iron Pots.
Iron susceptible to charque firewood.
That reminded me so much of Iroko forests.
She would scrape off gathered black ashes
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