Clean-Handed
written by: Zainab Iliyasu Bobi
They assume our genes
are imprinted with crime
They say we come from the lineage of poverty
with skin peeling trouble
They say our aura breathes suspicion
blood gushes screaming danger
They say we have nothing to live for
but for our faith
and music of our heart
They say death is our only escape
saves the soil from destruction
With no windows
heads in the sand
we know same people win and
same people lose.
Today
my feet firm on
the soil of my origin
I will speak
ten thousand voices.
Zainab Iliyasu Bobi is a Nigerian writer, a poet and a spoken word artist. She studies Medical Laboratory Science at Usmanu Danfodio University (UDUS), Sokoto State, Nigeria. Zainab is an avid reader. She is a member of Hilltop creative art foundation, Poetry Club UDUS, Prolific fiction writers community and All Poet Network (APNET).
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- Clean-Handed - February 4, 2021
