1 – Body

From the Numbered Collection

Water-filled lungs
Do not rise and fall
Broken limbs
Will falter beneath the weight of wind
Crippled fingers and swollen lips
Will make jagged edges of your touch
And a bloody mess of your words, however well-intended
A mind reeling around itself
Eating at its own flesh
Will eventually decay
And your thoughts will not
Seep into the soil
Or float to the sky
They’ll simply die with you
Everything dies
With you

© Ama Akoto (2018)

Published by Sunshine

Sunny Scape is a safe space for Black women and queer folks. I am committed to eradicating intersecting systems of oppression that overwhelmingly affect people like myself, and doing so in a way that centers the most marginalized of us. That means that I am an activist on behalf of Black and brown queer and trans folks, children, sex workers, disabled folks, people of low socioeconomic status, currently and formerly imprisoned people, and countless others who are pushed to the back burners and relegated to second-class citizenship. This blog and everything within it is absolutely inseparable from the liberation efforts of all the aforementioned groups of people.

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