Priscilla is a poet born in Ghana and migrated to Chicago as a young child. She found refuge in her education where she developed a curiosity about the intersection between the ancient and the contemporary. One that has inspired her to ask big questions, and guided her to all of her blessings. She continues to explore elements of the dark and the unknown. She aspires to incite in others the passion that rests in the ache to participate in the timeless every day. Learn more in her debut book, Cactus Flower: A Stream of Poetry: Courage, Resilience, and Femininity.
That Fire
People rarely could pronounce this name
AGBEO!
It sounds like wet clay
Muddy Waters
DEEP!
An intentional heartbeat
Congo drums
AFROBEATS!
Priscilla
Smart, sleek, smooth
antique it is
I move my body in it
I understand why the white-chested crow
chooses to stand on the branch of the coconut tree.
Her eye hypnotizes
Intoxicated by her laughing
Fierce,
Kind,
Uncalculated raw.
The ocean of it remains ever sweet
To be wholeness in the world,
the hope I have chosen to feat.
Flower Images Provided by Greg Krehel