By Tramaine Suubi

oh to see my dark eyes
twirl my dark curls
feel my dark skin
sync the dark blood coursing within
gratitude for my shadow which
after all, has always been
oh to touch the dark matter that threads the sky
shrouds me in warmth & wild to
tread the dark ocean beyond
what eye can see, hand can feel
oh to kiss the charcoal that cleanses
the soot that sanctifies above
gratitude for my scarred feet beneath
the dark earth that holds us all to gather

Black Poetry Review Issue 4 (2023)

Bio:

Tramaine Suubi a multilingual Bantu writer. They were born by the Nile River and raised by the Potomac River. They are a graduate of the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. Their poems live in Brink Literary Magazine, Solstice Literary Magazine, other spaces. Tramaine is the managing editor of Writivism and daylights as a teacher. Their forthcoming book debut is a full-length poetry collection called “phases.” Tramaine is in love with all things water.