I’m a spirit. Captured in a bloody body. I can fly too. Celestial. And crash into this earth dusty. I cry, captured in this fleshy mess. Like again… I’m born. Yeah, sometimes I fly daytime skies and see how close I can get to the sun.
Konya Shamsrumi is an African poetry press, perhaps the only one. It sure feels lonely. So, come join in—Dakar to Cape Town, Nakuru to Casablanca—#OneAfrica
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