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I Wil Hold My Pen To Bed, Poetry by Ibrahim Olalere

I will hold my pen to bed
When the day comes with no words for poetry
I will dream of our infant voices
as mother warns us to quit the dashes
Yet we will run into to the kitchen
Hiding and seeking
Happy and smiling

You said, I said…, Poetry by Alejandra Erebia

You said “Do what you want.”
I said “It will only hurt others.”
You said “Do it anyway.”
I said “I can’t.”
You said “Why?”