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>>>Depict the piece (7th Edition) <<<

Good day, Citizens of Boom Poetry. Today is Wednesday, and it is time to Depict the Piece.


Here's how it works;

  • A piece of poetry is shared here.
  • We read through and leave comments on what we can interpret from the poem.
  • By 6:30pm, we gather here to discuss intoto and conclude on the ingredients that makes the meal of a poem so tasty.

Here's our piece for today;


*It is impossible to live by Pamilerin Jacob* 



Perhaps grace is a tangible thing

only to the one who watches another bleed.


The bullet misses

everything

but its destination,


yet, is called

a stray: how grace is a function of probability.


Joy…   What, exactly

is that?


Mid-writing this poem, I could be stilled

by an officer’s fury for my tattoos, for my

denim jacket, for my age


& getting home, holding his

little daughter, he—with his crooked

index—would graze her nose and whisper I love you:

I consider this cruelty.


When Jimoh died, the sky was perfect. I consider

this cruelty. When Okechukwu died, the sun did not flicker.

I consider this cruelty.


Keep me away from forgiveness or grace.

It is possible to live with anger

unashamedly, the way we do with dirt

in our ears.



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