In my skin

of the personal, political and poetical

D Abboh
D Abboh
Sep 7, 2018 · 2 min read
“woman's face” by Prince Akachi on Unsplash

the wounds have changed me. I am so soft with scars — my skin breathes and beats stars. — Nayyirah Waheed

I can breathe.

I keep breathing, even in spaces where my breaths are endangered. Those spaces where bloodied hands strategically concealed in pockets, await their chance to snatch my breaths right out of my already gasping…

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D Abboh

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Hey there I'm D. Writer/Poet/Mother - I know a little Tai Chi, but my Kung Fu is weak - beautifully flawed Email:dabboh76@outlook.com

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