Jessica Horn
Uganda
Jessica Horn
When our children have too few options as avenues to adventure, the village must rethink the choices we made that led down that path. The joy, beauty and potential of investigating what has gone before is our ability to learn from it and make healthier choices for the future. Jessica Horn reminds us of this truth as she examines the livelihoods of our black youth.
BIOGRAPHY
Poet, activist, interpreter of the ordinary; heiress of a nomadic lineage extending into the Ruwenzo... More >
Lament in ebony
arms are meant for embracing
minds to cultivate dreams of flight
I see you blackchild
ebony skin and white teeth
resident of shadowlands
the carcass of Gulu town
morning has mothered no millet
afternoon no tea
howling belly full of gunfire
rumbling like raging sky
arms are meant for embracing
minds to cultivate dreams of flight
I see you blackhild
camouflage and swagger
patrolling Harlseden pavements
playground of rebels with no cause
dawn rises on broken bottles
dusk on spliffs and rock
howling belly full of gunfire
yearning for a new high
arms are meant for embracing
minds to cultivate dreams of flight
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