Charmie Snetter
All my skin folk ain’t all my kin folk… “I was born in Liberia twenty-three years ago and have
Peter Cole
Stay Alive
Momo Sheriff
Kendeja/ You stand ruined/ By people who, yes who/ Profess to be yours./ Your identity has
M. Woryonwon Roberts
The festering sun/ Drinks the ditch of water,/ Hardens the red mud. / The smart city mouse,/
Alexander Queh
O . . . life . . . O . . . life, the cheeks of the unknowns are wet and saturated with tears./
Emmanuel Morgan
Strange fires burn the Land/ Strange voices fill the air/ And strange songs are sung/
Saah Millimono
I have worked my bones to breaking point/ And have grown a hunchback;/ And have earned
Miatta Kawinzi
they call it history, what you wrote that day, /but yours was not a history
Monica Horton-Knuckles
Long before the sun, Outside Child will rise,/ fold her mat, tie her lappa / and wipe the sleep
Musue Haddad
The Corrupter, official, imperial, stately, ordinary /Sleek, persuasive, appealing; the fatal
