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i'm learning how to count my blessings again
like the prodigal son
—unlike the prodigal son i do not have a father
i'd fall into his arms to repent for being a boy.
i've lost count of my swiveling hue—yellow, red,
blue, magenta & and the silhouette of sunlight
lacerating my dark skin.
see how i stretch my body to flip-flop
places with light from this overwhelming darkness—
lord, how many times have i prayed to crawl
back into my mother's womb to be reborn as the sun?
Iliya Kambai Dennis is a writer and poet from Kaduna. He has been published/forthcoming in the MUSE, Persephone’s Fruit, Naked Cat, Salamander Ink Magazine, Feral: A Journal of Poetry and Art, Serotonin, Konya Shamsrumi, African Writer, The African Writer Review, Afreecan Read, and more. He explores the themes of sensuality, loss, healing, identity, or anything in between beauty and ruins.
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