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Poet: Hiwot Adilow

Feeling Fucked Up – Hiwot Adilow

fuck Nostalgia and brass
fuck madiba makeba fuck jazz
fuck history and the ties that bind
fuck the fingers that play and
your hands that mapped and digitized desire fuck

RED – Hiwot Adilow

he says, of course this is my last
drop, my baby, he walks with me
slowly to the door, i don’t want
to let go or say i love you,
when he shows me out

HYSTERIA – Hiwot Adilow

I can’t cock a gun ’cause I’m
a debutant counting coins,
wincing when lil nigger
fingers touch my hand

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