re/iterations
of black gather around
our wailings
demanding
flesh pain
as
if we, black
not enough.
remains
of our white shadows,
affirming:
we black
not us
black
is not echoes of you you you y o u y o u
black
echoed in wewewe w w e e
black
echoes tr us t
forged
deep,
clouding
white skies with blues.
we
hail
cities
still.
opening
our door
to the cosmo s.
Shaimaa Abdelkarim (@shaimabdelkarim ) is currently a PhD
student mostly researching into the resistant and idiosyncratic desires of
legalists and human rights activists. She has some poems at Burning House
Press.
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