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Rumours
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

Screaming rumours frightened the wings
out of pregnant vultures — and the city hall
shook with their sudden flightlessness.
Who could have done this —?
Projecting such banner of hate!
Rumours are spread with red dancing tongues —
embers where loose talks are brewed, and
with the intention of relegating the village to
the back of the jungle league.

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83. Distinction
by Kea Campbell

I can't hear my thoughts so I need a pen and paper.
But here you are, reading this from your Instagram feed, with the privilege of being a brain-rot fiend.

What you're reading on your screen reflects a few parts of me, an embodiment of my past, and someone I vowed to never be.
It's confusing to see all sides of me at once with a plus one of doppelgänger Kea.

So just imagine how I might feel when my mind is a deadbeat while my heart searches for the call of The King.
You consume my digital footprint and claim to know the real me.
I find that impressive without us ever having a conversation.
Nonetheless unbiased and preconceived-free.

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88. Take My Hand
by Kea Campbell

I used to keep secrets confident, no matter how righteously exposing. 
Suffocating in drama that yanks me by the collar of my clothing.
 
My ears drown in gossip from Christians well versed in God's omnipresence. 
They sell false narratives and natter while I grasp for holy acquiescence. 
 
It grows more and more ironic, looking at higher ranks in the conferred. 
Traumas discounted by corrupted governments who empower predators in a church. 
 
I go to a "safe" space to praise with community and sing my psalm. 

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88. Take My Hand
by Kea Campbell

I used to keep secrets confident, no matter how righteously exposing. 
Suffocating in drama that yanks me by the collar of my clothing.
 
My ears drown in gossip from Christians well versed in God's omnipresence. 
They sell false narratives and natter while I grasp for holy acquiescence. 
 
It grows more and more ironic, looking at higher ranks in the conferred. 
Traumas discounted by corrupted governments who empower predators in a church. 
 
I go to a "safe" space to praise with community and sing my psalm. 

......

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83. Distinction
by Kea Campbell

I can't hear my thoughts so I need a pen and paper.
But here you are, reading this from your Instagram feed, with the privilege of being a brain-rot fiend.

What you're reading on your screen reflects a few parts of me, an embodiment of my past, and someone I vowed to never be.
It's confusing to see all sides of me at once with a plus one of doppelgänger Kea.

So just imagine how I might feel when my mind is a deadbeat while my heart searches for the call of The King.
You consume my digital footprint and claim to know the real me.
I find that impressive without us ever having a conversation.
Nonetheless unbiased and preconceived-free.

......

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Rumours
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

Screaming rumours frightened the wings
out of pregnant vultures — and the city hall
shook with their sudden flightlessness.
Who could have done this —?
Projecting such banner of hate!
Rumours are spread with red dancing tongues —
embers where loose talks are brewed, and
with the intention of relegating the village to
the back of the jungle league.

Continue reading
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