York, Sierra Leone. Photography by Nadia Assad
I’m a thief just a peg lower than Robin,
donning a hood Issa Kabbah never unveiled.
Poaching feelings across minds and giving them wings.
Letting them fly to the welcoming hands of estranged lovers
to use as weapons,
in status’ shade wars.
Subliminal yet direct.
Quotes coated in Quixote bravery
But then what are we if not mercenaries?
A La God, Allah Messengers to the masses.
What of those in homes whose only solace reside in our words,
and in these moments feel connected to a larger hive that understands the deep pits of depression that internet clout chasers skim over.
We give you passion.
We dish you joy.
And mash your wins to look back on the L’s you took that left you shook.
Of beautiful sunsets and wild romance.
Discreet flings and getting turned down in love at your…
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