I write to numb my spine.
Nomore dreaming in volumes. No more painting pictures of hope.

I write to numb my spine

I no longer want to travel in dimensions of the unknown, I’m tired of awakening fallen african spirits and arresting dark spells.

I write to numb my spine.

I’m done wrestling the pain of not feeling like a part. I’m done bringing light to the blind

I write to numb my spine.

Nomore trying to negotiate my identity. I’m done wasting my soul to what is

I write to numb my spine.

Nomore claiming back my crown and Queen. No more politics.

I write to numb my spine.

Nomore digging out my DNA libraries and re visiting my first teachers, and no more wrecking my soul. But until my truth is back in print and learned by my people. Until we que the lines and beat up drums.

I write to numb my spine.

Untill we toast to victory and erase public holidays which celebrate our pain over black power.

I write to rewrite my image.

© FAYA BOON