“I do not trust the world
not after the man stopped me questioning my blackness ripping my womanhood apart i do not trust the world not when they killed Nnamdi somewhere in South Africa for daring to leave his country i do not trust the world not when seven hundred die trying to cross the mediterranean sea nameless faces to us seeking a better life in a land that would still have torn them apart i do not trust the world today so, i sit and weave poems i sit and drink in silence sitting on my verandah watching my neighbor kiss the belly of his pregnant wife she says his name thick with her Ecuadorian accent this is my first smile in five days i do not answer the phone when my lover calls, he forgot to wipe her name off his mouth as he slept last night. ” — Ijeoma Umebinyuo, I do not trust the world (via theijeoma)
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