I write to tell you / Poetry

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by Salam Wosu (first published in Dream Noir Magazine)

I write to tell you that my bones are made of contention
And my skin black with discord
I write to tell you that I come from the dust
And I am situated between desires that threaten to break or mould me
I write to tell you how I yearn to learn the ways of water
And the strength of this earth
I write to tell you of my roots that were shattered
And how my fruits fled in fear.
I write to tell you I am searching for my father’s face
Amongst this sea of bodies
I write to tell you I have swallowed poisons
Just to familiarise with pain
I write to tell you I have let light fall through my fingers like wheat
Just because I live freer at nights where sin is a norm.
I write to tell you this;
That though I am not the architect of the future
Or the steward of the past
I will stumble in the present searching for home
Even if I land in the arms of women that promise
To show me the world beneath the blanket of starless nights.


About the poet

Salam Wosu, a poet and aspiring novelist, is a Chemical Engineer from Nigeria. His works interrogate grief, depression, love, memory.

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