Local African boys using a laptop
Photography by Kureng Dapel

I am not supposed to craft this poem
but someone said liberia is a scam
where dreams die at the shores of

We are snoring & bleeding unceasingly
in our own country.

How can I descibe how talents are like wasted years?

In this country we no longer know ourselves.
Our faces gotten different from the tortures

& i don't want to write about violence,
funeral homes are now new children's villages.

Their pictures painting grief in every newspaper.

If you ask me to paint a picture of

I would paint one that'll cause you to unlove this country

cause every child is stuck between drowning & surviving
deep & shallow foundations.

Also known as the "Magical Poet", I'm a young writer of eminent pedigree that writes from Monrovia, Liberia. I'm a multi-award winning poet who has won numerous awards. I'm a philanthropist and a civil engineer. I've co-authored several anthologies and I'm the author of two books; Genesis and Raindrops. My works have been featured in: The Writer's Space African Magazine (Feb 1, 2019 edition), Namaste Ink Magazine, Ducor review, Spillwords, Odd Magazine, Eboquills, Literary Yard, Libpedia, PoetrySoup, Poetry Nation, WewriteLiberia, Ngiga Review, Nantygreens, Orange Book Club, Madness Muse Press and elsewhere.

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