For Naomi Williams —Yahuza Abdulkadir

For Naomi Williams

By Yahuza Abdulkadir

& she broke

her name into a dirge

& drowned her lungs

into a drum & folded her body

into a foot & walked away from home.

she left a blank paper

staring at the tip of a pen

waiting for ink to flood its lines.

her poems

still breathe in memories

separated by elegy – singing

into the ears of bereft souls.

her head knocked goodbye

to the walls & her finger

drew despair in the air & death

built a tombstone around her body.

Bio:

Yahuza Abdulkadir is a Nigerian writer and poet. He is a member of Hill-top Creative Arts Foundation and Unimaid Artists Club. Yahuza, is studying earth science at the prestigious University of Maiduguri. His works are published in Poemify Publishers Inc, Spillwords, Terror House Magazine, Opinion Nigeria, The Daily Reality, Melbourne Corner Culture and elsewhere. When he is not writing he engages in social and humanitarian activities in his community.

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