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{i}

I left the bush with no trees / scattered the few it had left me out to sea
I did not burn my branches / I hid them from the fire / welcomed rain / my body afloat
/ torch alight / I made my way to the hut / to see what burns in this neck of the woods
what we knock down / what we sacrifice / a map home

{ii}

don’t shave all of my hair /
leave the back & sides

I’m going back
calendar & bones
               / strip

my figurine /

this battle the lawn knows
has no place love shows
returning home

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THE PLEDGE

Of old men
stale blood
in my lungs /

I
breathe dreams
in my dry mouth /
a year of no clams
just lies / I breathe

catch the fly in my throat
tell my children
kill the pledge

the heart stops
when life beats

lies & dreams
tell the story of

nightmares & babies wail
without mothers & breastmilk

& a mouth of love is what
we have to leave our children

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HAIR

My mother breathes into hair
patterns I know
we’ve been here before
the journey is long

she calls water to read our palms
from towns we inhale fog
kind to our soil& fingers
fortunate— of dew

excitement wells
fifty towns & climbing
our journey is long/
fog my mother turns into hair

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Poetry © Adura Ojo
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About the author

Adura Ojo

Adura Ojo is a British-Nigerian Poet & Storyteller living in London, UK. Her work has appeared in Acumen, Paris Lit Up, The Rialto, The Stockholm Review of Literature & a host of other publications. She is author of a full length poetry collection: Life is a Woman Breaking Eggs. Her chapbook, MANIA,is due to be published soon by WRR publishers. She is doing her best to live-write while looking out for chocolate, and is currently 'working' two essays & a memoir.

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