Please find below extracts from my poetry book “ The Most Secret Desire”
EXPERTISE
POETRY
Back sore from rising high, you turn and twist to adorn my crown.
Pick n’ drop to thaw my ice , cut and block until we drown.
Rasta we used to say, “Gros Bébés” we say today.
Thumbs sliding, static, knuckles dancing, ecstatic.
Turtle neck and growing thorns, out of shedding hair, gulping air.
Those “Xpressions”, “Kanekalon” like an forlorn kingdom,
“Marley hair” say I don’t care! Stiff neck growing strong,
Out of holding my head back and forth.
Upside down, Inside out, wooden stool.
Bottom sore, on the floor, once more.
Boiling water drew a river down my back.
Boiling water running and burning down my crack.
Ready in knots, until they’re rot.
Ready or Not, here I come!
Well read I know, for some, I’m not.
Dancing in front of my mirror, a ghost of pain on my skull.
Dyeing 300 braids at the time , my scalp an ever itching field of petty crimes.
Harvesting beauty for the 7000th time.
Desired by all, insanity involved.
An urge to drive them maaad ? Does it make you Glaaad ?
Kneel down now, cuz deep down.. I know!
Once I’m on a roll and idolized … Aye aye aye !
A muffled scream will come from your guts’cuz,
she can no longer hear behind her mask though,
performing quite unnaturally
until you comb her like a razor !
Big Booty Vibes - check! Big Juicy Thighs - check!
Buried in the mound of her own mind, buried in the vibes of her own fumes.
Musc and Lilac, see the Tusks at Twilight!
While I’m crying for Kivu, while I’m floating on a dead sea.
Peng Ting, gemlike,
look up, hoops up, hair down
A might emboldened by her planets.
A might emboldened by her stars.
Bold of you to assume she doesn’t break down in her car
Bold of you to assume she is not aware of her divine.
Chained to a 9 to 5 - my pain is yours, your pain is mine.
Even the best of all time, needs rest sometimes?
From the ultra surveillance , from the constant vigilance.
The most secretly desired, the most public disregard.
SEER
And that evening I saw the Lake. Let me not lie, it was Ganvié.
And the reflection of the blood orange lights on the tremor of the water.
Scrubbing tresses of indigo as an ensemble of white adorned dancers floated around me.
Their dome adorn with my name, chanting, as I walk above the river myself, the seer of all nations.
draping my body, and as you pressed your thumbs on the palm of my nape,
I tried to remember how you use to smile whenever I saw your face.
See, I tend to hide the best part of me in the depth of my prism.
The intensity of your trauma ripped appart and laced as cloth on my back.
Shreds of a story that I might have heard from yours and other’s mouths.
Maybe I'll get a chance to recite how I was lost in your desire for me, lost in a fantasy with you.
Suddenly, I see myself walking above the floating peonies, deep blue.
I’m alone with you and you’re alone with me,
The murmur of desires unresolved and unfulfilled.
As Agoue and Naete storm the water to give way to their beasts.
I follow them ; a triton, a mermaid going back to the sea.
I can’t say what I need to say without breaking someone else’s heart.
In the garden of my love, grow petunias of care.
Watering myself daily to not dry up under your care.
You ignite something in me that was long lost.
Seer, should you empty your lung to allow me to breathe ?
Better, under water, in your care.
Wiser.
TIKANAM
Please find below a table of content for the upcoming collection :
Eternity ascending
If the moon if the moon if the moon
Innocence
Hair-nergy
Black Girls in the Chiltern Hills
Fatigue and Right to redirect
Radical Rest theories
Duties of protection
Overnight Conversations
The Most Secret Desire
The Snake will Smoke
Seer
Burried
If I was
A thousand cranes
New Headshots
Too Relaxed
Mister Brown
Tikanam
Some people
Maybe, a Theocracy
Shame
The Fall
Spinning in the waves
Spinning rotaries
Inquisitorial bows
Flowers draping the depth of the oceans
Creating an infinity of loss.
Loss creates infinite desires.
Tikanam, I’m dead and alive.
Tikanam, I’m transmuting.
Cheekbones high and proud.
Those eyes, sad and profound.
Tikanam, I see you
Tikanam, I see you
Swaying along.
Swaying so strong.
If you open it what do you see ?
Dust is currency.
Dust to pay my dues.
Dust to pay for food.
Dust to Fever, Fever to Crystals
Tikanam Crystals, tears of forever.