2 Pieces | Mia S. Willis

Bombshell

God showed me how I was made last night.
She came to me in a dream, all barefoot and African regal,
And She told me that I am a bomb.
I am the nuclear explosion that will drive out the dark.
I have Napalm on my tongue and a fuse in my mind;
God told me that I was designed to speak fire into the air of Her Earth.
She said that on the sixth morning, She used a yam tree to pick out Her afro, Continue reading “2 Pieces | Mia S. Willis”

if teta never had to leave lebanon i wonder if she would make preserves | Jess Rizkallah

 

the middle east wasn’t called the middle east before the west started calling it that.
i learned this three years into college,
twenty-one years into the first generation,
and so many poems deep about how
this region is a cat back and forth
under the DNA propping up my blood. Continue reading “if teta never had to leave lebanon i wonder if she would make preserves | Jess Rizkallah”