Vicity | an experimental poem by Bello Haneefah

Photo Credits: Queer Cultural Center

Sometimes when I look back I realize just how far the tides of my Nile Have swept me and washed me white I walk through paved blue streets And I see my generation destroyed by madness Starving hysterical juveniles Made half a beast by the beast of beats The sun sets and leaves an epidemic in its wake Sickness has corrupted my mind And the sins of my time have poisoned the air My melancholic mind yearns for peace My feet long for soft innocent paths Free of broken rum bottles that kill souls of soles Instead of crazy jives of the city Sweet sonorous folk music will soothe my burning ears My body needs to be caressed By my mother’s bamboo bed Still on this soft June morning I’m haunted by ugly pizzas on my breakfast plate If only I could have fruits fresh from the farm Or bean cakes and cow milk And steaming pap for dessert Now and again I dread the monstrous suit in my wardrobe And the disgusting rope that hangs from my neck If only I could wear my adire too

Bello Haneefah is a young secondary school leaver who is a poet and short story writer and who aspires to be a lawyer. One of her works, a poem titled “Freedom”, has been published.

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