SAGE DOME

CLAUSTROPHOBIC Fear quake, tremors of a feeble will. Is anybody there? Deafening, space seems asphyxiating. Swelling head, swirling minds, I feel this dread, Dread of the dead, left alone to just die. Cluster upon cluster of suffocation chokes my mind. Lullaby of loneliness sings, today it ends in tight. This loneliness consuming, this darkness I can touch. Every decibel I feel, every sound cutting through space. To keep my body alive, my mind trails off, Reminiscing on the light I once saw, the smile I had for a brief. Torture is the memories, to see in darkness and the tight, The freedom I once had. The freeness I once enjoyed. Holed up here; Please help me, I don't want to die. Please help me, I don't want to lay forgotten. Don't let my last thoughts trail, Reminding me, that even my body will remain chained in tight. Glimpse of light I ask. Please give up. My loneliness is claustrophobic. Sitting with the winds, Yet tight, taut my mind feels. Inex

*The Night* The night is here but my soul's awake darkness should feared but I feel at home The night is here the air is quiet but my thoughts become louder whispers at first but now i hear my demons clearly The night is here when a part of me dies and another rises when the sheep dies and the wolf rises the saint dies and the demon rises The night is here my eyes look closed but I am not asleep because I see better when the night is the blackest *The Night is here*

-WHO IS THIS AFRICAN WOMAN- Who is  this  African  Woman? Don’t  muzzle the  ox,  which  thread  on  the field. The African  hope  deserves  hope. Blood  and  pain  for  the girl  of dark  skin.  Worthy  damsel  of blackness. Test  her worthiness  by  infibulating; Break  her softness  with  the cow  horn. Force  her maturity  in  streaming  tears  and  racking  pain. This  is  the African  woman. Who is  this  African  Woman? Mother of a continent,  yet  without  formal  content. Strip  her dignity  by  the brutal  thrusts  of masculine savagery. Helpless  and  hopeless,  confine  her  to  soothe. Eyes  breaming  with  smoke,  interlaced  with  tears  that  don’t  flow, She blows  the coal  of  supper,  yet  this  night  she must  feed  her  body. This  is  the African  Woman. Who is  this  African  Woman? Education  is  not  her price,  maternity  is. Bouncing  with  hope,  she  toils  the field  without  hope. I am  a  woman,  I deserve  life  to  l