Anouschka Dap photographed by Davian Lain.
Last night I laid within your continent
Sought salvation from frustration
with in your loving nation
found the true meaning of homeland
when you let me inland
Swahili tongue knew I hadn’t been there before
kissed for me to stay awhile
I did you one better and stayed forever, in your country
Then you let me tap your virgin drum
releasing echoes of me being free
Free to run through your countryside
touching jasmine, dropping weed
Free to nibble on your Nigeria
Blow on your Botswana
Eat your Opia til there is no more Opia left
Won’t be any leftovers when I’m done
Won’t be anything when I’m done
Just remembrance of that night when I laid within your continent
seeking salvation from frustration within your loving nation
and that’s all we’ll have
That, and a few thousand orphans to read this poem
"-As we talked, our verbs and nouns began to dance intertwined like the fragrant smoke of incense burning.
-He is the curse and the vows that drip from my lips.
-He walks through my mind and swims in and out of my soul."
@stopbeingfamous chicago , pilsen
Chanel Iman in ES Magazine
Chanel Iman on the cover of this week’s ES Magazine