all my indentations lack attitude in the mouth of the law
someone needs to hold me & find a country
I don’t trust my hands to do me justice
but don’t blame me for keeping them
they don’t know hope
to them hope hope means a death I probably deserved
faith has buried too much of the world’s betrayal in one body
& I have kept it as a laurel
but when I begin to leave & not live through it
don’t tell me I won’t become attainable
This poem is the third of four in our Voices for Change in Nigeria limited series, in response to the #EndSARS protest movement. Two more Nigerian authors will publish their poems with us this week—stay tuned!
