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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 …
Etymology of Bombs by Adedimeji Quayyim Abdul-Hafeez
Etymology of Bombs It’s dawn again and the Muezzin slams his voice against the tight walls guarding the realms of my sleep. Then,