Ma snatched me out her stomach on a Wednesday. My first day as abrupt as it could be Gather the elders, gather the aunties. Ma didn’t plan on having me They sang a song to put her at ease Her diary said that God must have sent me I was born to a river amongst…

“…how will we escape when the sun meets its rise?”

“When are you going to honor the body that grips your soul, and bask in being whole?”

“My name commands the full tongue, the breath of a whole lung”