POEM: THE BOY IS NOT A CONCUSSION OF POVERTY BY K.Asare-Bediako
THE BOY IS NOT A CONCUSSION OF POVERTY! Before you regurgitate, trying to form a resolution to the cub, kissing the fire with
POETRY: The Memories we Carry in our Bellies and I Slept Without my Bones By Ozota Gerald Obinna
if a house stands for too long
does it grow into a home?
home grows into a tomb
the day …
Poem: Call 911 Your Country is on Fire By Flourish Joshua
in your country,
it began, a g i r l has been
missing for so long, her name
has been forgotten. And there’s
a little boy who believes so strongly that
his mother is