The Suffering of White
By Jacob Kobina Ayiah Mensah
The knuckles of your fingers
are heavy &
appearing
like rocks
dissolving
& swelling.
Someone lifts
your first finger
& points that upwards
I invent a space to cover your fear
with courage
you
leave a white sheet
around the roots of these rocks
you wonder
because you are
actually seeing nothing.
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