I Am by Bongani Donsa

Packed

Crowded tumbling streets, crammed trams

Clusters of

Destruction of space and time

Hardly enough room to move to breathe or to think hardly any space to see much

smoke and mud

Hardly enough room for the movement of my voice none at all

for me to scream to shout or say or laugh endlessly-endlessly

and hear echoes

echoing I Am.

[social_warfare]

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