PARISIAN PROTECTION

  And there stands reassurance right on front of me at the exits of metros still moving behind me, where men, always black men, always banlieue, who I recognise from the streets yesterday begging for bread, now search for bombs in bags so Parisians feel more protected. Really Paris, is this your position or are […]

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SAFE IN YOUR HANDS

In the darkest of night, in the deepest of storms, When all sound is eroded and all sight has elapsed. When the entity arises with staff in his hand, The Avenger of life; The Reaper, he stands. When the world is divided and the soldier’s gun aimed, As they gaze upon a land full of […]

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Deuxième Peau/ Second Skin

You are my armor To the world. My shield To forge in front, to fight The battles of which I, myself alone, unmasked And naked, am far too fearful for.   You are my role Upon the stage of life When the lights are on and the audience Shifts slightly in their seats- Judging my […]

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