I Will

In the place in my body where the past perches highest,There is only pain,But neverminding that, I will lift my head.Despite a childhood spent bowing under blows.My head will rise to stare Mount Olympus in the face. Despite a childhood spent touched by sick grownup hands.My own hands will grip my child one day with … Continue reading I Will

Brother [Poem] by Issa Dioume

For my brother