HOME
{i}
I left the bush with no trees / scattered the few it had left me out to sea
I did not burn my branches / I hid them from the fire / welcomed rain / my body afloat
/ torch alight / I made my way to the hut / to see what burns in this neck of the woods
what we knock down / what we sacrifice / a map home
{ii}
don’t shave all of my hair /
leave the back & sides
I’m going back
calendar & bones
/ strip
my figurine /
this battle the lawn knows
has no place love shows
returning home
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THE PLEDGE
Of old men
stale blood
in my lungs /
I
breathe dreams
in my dry mouth /
a year of no clams
just lies / I breathe
catch the fly in my throat
tell my children
kill the pledge
the heart stops
when life beats
lies & dreams
tell the story of
nightmares & babies wail
without mothers & breastmilk
& a mouth of love is what
we have to leave our children
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HAIR
My mother breathes into hair
patterns I know
we’ve been here before
the journey is long
she calls water to read our palms
from towns we inhale fog
kind to our soil& fingers
fortunate— of dew
excitement wells
fifty towns & climbing
our journey is long/
fog my mother turns into hair
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Poetry © Adura Ojo
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So beautiful as always, Adura.