The Truth That Will Rise Barefoot | Amina Abdulsalam Muhammad | Poetry
They gave us a flag, and told us it was sewn from unity. But I can still see the stitches fraying at the edges, red threads whispering of blood no anthem dares to name, white threads stained by the dust of villages erased from maps. The archive keeps its teeth locked on certain pages, […]
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They gave us a flag, and told us it was sewn from unity. But I can still see the stitches fraying at the edges, red threads whispering of blood no anthem dares to name, white threads stained by the dust of villages erased from maps. The archive keeps its teeth locked on certain pages, […]
