issue 7: apr 2016, Poetry
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BOOMERANG BULLETS by Abondance Matanda

we come from countries

of military man

them military man

got rid of our clans fam

put rulers to our land

gave us lands now

landS done fuck up the base

them military man

done restricted my soul from consuming as much or as little space as it ever wants to take

don’t you know

oh military man

we are not the same?

we are warriors you are soldiers

we defend what

we believe correct

you defend like

you got moral defects

if we are savage

we are not any less than

you lickle man

our body swift like nile

spirit smile like ra

your body stiff like pine

pricks like pine

you shot me

military man violence

violence and you didn’t expect

we spit your bullets back

brutal military man

YOU RIPPED MOTHER AFRICA’S FAMILY APART MILITARY MAN BUT MILITARY MAN NO CONDITION IS PERMANENT


 

Abondance’s body’s been here about 17 years, but she’s probably been around longer than that. There’s bare melanin in her blood – from Congo, Uganda and Pakistan. She’s a Lunduner and a punk and a black girl who writes to breathe. She is a staff writer for Sula Collective.

Photograph by Petrose Tesfai, a 20 year old East African artist living in Toronto, Canada. You can find more of his work on his tumblr here

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