Ah! This is the measure Is this the cloak that I am to wear infinitely? It does not befit me No. Disgrace does not suit This frame that is in pursuit Of honour and pride shrouds hopefully. Ruin is not the cloth I want I rip through it joyfully. I tear through the gown shame … Continue reading RIP
How do I do this when you have your teeth on my wrist? What do I do when you have bored holes under my cup And all my efforts leaked to waste. My cup never overflowing.
via Untitled (Studio) — Kerry James Marshall — Biblioklept
An Anthology of Melancholy And One Other is a collection of Poems by Nana Opokuaa Adarkwah. It features: By The Furnace Of Life The Men Of Straw The Sinews Of War Turmoil: Her Name Joined By Division Listen Not To Hear The Betrothal Betrayal Nostalgia In A Quandary Stand We The Lies I Tell Myself … Continue reading An Anthology of Melancholy And One Other
Along lonely roads we roam Going after the well-off Trying to find aid at their feet Yet we find none. Plodding in filth and poverty We are marooned and lynched As we look at the stars like everyone else Even nature has no place for us Our backbone is no bone We have … Continue reading THE MEN OF STRAW
JOINED BY DIVISION I wanted to see you Tell you how much I hate you To throw these spikes of anger I harbour. Hold dear all you arbour You wrong me with every passing I with every waking and sun rising Vanquish you where you boast honour. I wax as you wane I … Continue reading Joined By Division
As the world evolves, cultures merge and foreign lifestyles and tastes are adopted. My country Ghana has not been spared by this. This is very good as it broadens our way of life and makes us open to new things everyday. However, in the process of adopting other cultures, we tend to shun our own. … Continue reading A Dying Voice