Hell Is A Place Above Ground | Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

POEM 206: HELL IS A PLACE ABOVE GROUND can you remember when you had that gentle, modest, natural innocence before the erosion of isms stripped it away? can you remember when you hit the street clad in nudity and laughter dancing in the rain and chasing butterflies before the heat of religion melted it away? […]

We’re All The Same

POEM 53: WE’RE ALL THE SAME And again they asked me,“What girl hurt you to make you this way?”And I laugh. I laugh because they are too ignorant to understandthat ‘in love’ does not require a previous pain,Or being massaged by a hand you thought you could trustOr being kissed by a lips you couldn’t […]