Lions

“Until the lion learns to write, every story will glorify the hunter.”
– Komla Dumor


Until the lion learns to write
every story will glorify the hunter
but this is where we turn on black lights
and see all the glow
hidden in broad daylight

This is where we open our jaws
and let them fill with the roars
that our lungs were built for

Fuck the pen
we roared before people dipped
their fingers into our blood
and drew their renditions of us on the walls

We roared
while every book was swept to the sea

The hunter’s snarl
might get the microphone
but we have never needed
anything but the arch of our backs
and the light in our eyes
to amplify this voice

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