Trap House Capitalism
I enter the trap house of addictionUnaware of what lies aheadA repetitive destruction, my...
We Found Love in Protest Streets
because we want to live & love & make flowery memoriesall broken by stray...
green-red-green
in this part of the world,our leaders celebrate 60 years of free-doomby ploughing peaceful...
boy, black, man
i worship the day because it survived the night – romeo oriogun this night...
aftermath
in response to the #EndSARS protests on the calendar in the living room, thick...
Casting
I I unfold at every self- returning I baptize my bonesInto new orders...
Grief Song
Revived in me, revived in me,grief is revived in me. A bullet sings a...
The Sun Turns On Us
Morning: resurrections of the summer sunthe moon has left behind wet blades of grass...
Is It Twerkable?
Cut into the beat-beat-ing heart Dissect the rhythm and you’ll find an African drumAdd the black...
In The Best Dreams, Nothing is Ever Cancelled
Phylise Smith is a dancer poet who resides in Southern California. Her work has previously...