Spotlighting Pan-African Poetry

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Breathe

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His laughter full
filled the room
his breath
filling me
heart-full

breathe,
I tell self

his laughter
kept filling the room
fully I breathe
his laughter
heart-full
fully enlarging
all I believe in
raising my black wings
heart to full

breathe
breathe, I tell self
cover yourself
and your heart
and just breathe

What are we owed by love
but moments
of breath
again and again.

Amira Ali

Featured Poem:

Gardenias Night (Production of poem - Kenny Allen)

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The garden full of gardenia
the smell perfectly lingers
as I imperfectly linger
on the blood-full skied
night

the night I should have talked
to the soul of his truth
before I laid my body down
maybe even lifted the many shades
before I bowed down to belief

I should have sent a prayer out
to the ancestral land
poured out libation
offerings
listen for a word back

a sign of consent
that he is King deserving
of a Queen
before offering my body
made to be a King’s Queen

between the sky and gardenia
we made such a pretty picture
blinded
I laid in-between
offer I did my body to him

Before brushing the stars
outta my hair
as the stars still peeked
at a face still hot
from the night’s heat
while his smell still lingered
before his shadow disappeared

I found out
He’s not [my] king.

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (4)
  • Pride (2)
  • Optimism (4)
  • Anger (2)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (7)
  • Reflection (11)
  • Captivation (4)
  • Peace (1)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (5)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (1)
  • Sadness (4)
  • Fear (3)
  • Jubilation (0)

Comments

  1. Peace, Sadness, at the same time certain calmness. This is african poetry–One with nature. What a pleasure.

    S. A Eggal

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Biography

Amira is a creative artist, poet, writer and educator, born in Ethiopia, based in the U.S.

She focuses on using creative mediums as a narrative tool, with a particular interest in alternative narratives of the global south: “owning and telling our ‘own’ stories while advocating for viewing ourselves through our own lenses, recognizing that stories are born with a right to be told”. Her creative artistry deals with promoting the African cultural aesthetics, documenting narratives of journey -stories we live in. While producing and curating these stories, she hopes to assess social issues, explore the beauty of arts, culture, and wisdom of the global south, in connection to the world.

She is a regular contributor to Pambazuka News and chief writer, as well as editorial team member at AfricaSpeaks4Africa.org. She is currently at work on, in collaboration with a South African poet and Kenyan writer, producing Podcast stories (Afro’pick and coffee) that accentuates the everyday stories of the African disaporans, residing in America.

Amira Ali

Biography

Amira is a creative artist, poet, writer and educator, born in Ethiopia, based in the U.S.

She focuses on using creative mediums as a narrative tool, with a particular interest in alternative narratives of the global south: “owning and telling our ‘own’ stories while advocating for viewing ourselves through our own lenses, recognizing that stories are born with a right to be told”. Her creative artistry deals with promoting the African cultural aesthetics, documenting narratives of journey -stories we live in. While producing and curating these stories, she hopes to assess social issues, explore the beauty of arts, culture, and wisdom of the global south, in connection to the world.

She is a regular contributor to Pambazuka News and chief writer, as well as editorial team member at AfricaSpeaks4Africa.org. She is currently at work on, in collaboration with a South African poet and Kenyan writer, producing Podcast stories (Afro’pick and coffee) that accentuates the everyday stories of the African disaporans, residing in America.

Breathe

Enlarge poem

His laughter full
filled the room
his breath
filling me
heart-full

breathe,
I tell self

his laughter
kept filling the room
fully I breathe
his laughter
heart-full
fully enlarging
all I believe in
raising my black wings
heart to full

breathe
breathe, I tell self
cover yourself
and your heart
and just breathe

What are we owed by love
but moments
of breath
again and again.

Featured Poem:

Gardenias Night (Production of poem - Kenny Allen)

Enlarge poem

The garden full of gardenia
the smell perfectly lingers
as I imperfectly linger
on the blood-full skied
night

the night I should have talked
to the soul of his truth
before I laid my body down
maybe even lifted the many shades
before I bowed down to belief

I should have sent a prayer out
to the ancestral land
poured out libation
offerings
listen for a word back

a sign of consent
that he is King deserving
of a Queen
before offering my body
made to be a King’s Queen

between the sky and gardenia
we made such a pretty picture
blinded
I laid in-between
offer I did my body to him

Before brushing the stars
outta my hair
as the stars still peeked
at a face still hot
from the night’s heat
while his smell still lingered
before his shadow disappeared

I found out
He’s not [my] king.

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (4)
  • Pride (2)
  • Optimism (4)
  • Anger (2)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (7)
  • Reflection (11)
  • Captivation (4)
  • Peace (1)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (5)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (1)
  • Sadness (4)
  • Fear (3)
  • Jubilation (0)

Breathe

Enlarge poem

His laughter full
filled the room
his breath
filling me
heart-full

breathe,
I tell self

his laughter
kept filling the room
fully I breathe
his laughter
heart-full
fully enlarging
all I believe in
raising my black wings
heart to full

breathe
breathe, I tell self
cover yourself
and your heart
and just breathe

What are we owed by love
but moments
of breath
again and again.

Comments

  1. Peace, Sadness, at the same time certain calmness. This is african poetry–One with nature. What a pleasure.

    S. A Eggal

Your email address will not be published.