Poetry: The Black Boy’s Effect & If It Is A Woman By Azaiouris Y. Zeon
you grew your bones to thorns,
& fought the war on your tongue,
& say prayers for little things that
ate many things inside of you.
Poem: The Light Between My Feet By Oluwafemi Babasola
Mother, I sing your lullabies when
the light between my feet goes dim.
They remind me of how you taught me
to walk my first steps in darkness,