Unsightly Edges – A Poem
By Ama Danesi
There’s a knock, a hesitant rap on my nape
from pain that’s testing, peering over
my delicate collar-bone for a crack
in my steely resolve.
My need for more is a palmed heat.
I’m done with squatters. He can still smell me
in his nostrils. He lingers, a familiar high –
Every pain has a home, a coach, an itch
my arteries make poor hallways – C’est le vie
Inside me there’s a chisel, a hammer
and a chipping away.
Sandpaper the hurting, unclog the
bleeding, I pretend he feels the same – till I can’t
He’ll remain a lump, holding on to unsightly edges.
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Ama Danesi is a Nigerian-born author, storyteller, and financial strategist — and a self-proclaimed witness to what’s possible when stubborn optimism is a core strategy. She holds an MBA in Financial Management and an M.A. in Humanities, and spent years in banking and management in corporate Nigeria and the U.S. before turning her attention to the stories we carry.
She is the author of PARE: 100 Reminders for the Unwavering Self; Artificially Flavored Layers, a collection of diaspora stories; and Mayen and the Unexpected Gift, her Amazon-bestselling debut children’s book and the heart of the Mayen Creative Series. Her books are available on Amazon, BN, IngramSpark, dormanes.com, and wherever books are sold.
Ama lives in beautiful, sunny California, where she enjoys her family, her life, and blogs right here at amadanesi.com.
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