April is National Poetry Month and to commemorate it, we’re celebrating female poets of colour whose words continue to inspire and influence us and our favourite poems of theirs.
She is the author of two poetry collections. The award-winning I am memory in 2008 and The Birth of Illusion in 2015. Her novel manuscript was longlisted for Kwani prize in 2012.
She holds a BA Literature-in-English from the Lagos State University, Ojo and an MA African Studies from the University of Ibadan. She is a 2012 recipient of the Chinua Achebe Centre Fellowship. Verissimo has travelled and performed her poetry at major world festivals.
Read her poem F is for Figs below.
F for Figs
You tell me certain foods are for gods,
a taste and my powers may abound too.
I have eaten no figs, but I have longed
though I always kept your thoughts in tethers,
tied to the root of the land I have loved
and like you I found figs are fruit for the gods
that in dreams men can get fed a kind
to awake at morning with insights of spirit
I will sleep this night and await the dream
Of remaining a patriot with a soul in flight
To arise each morning
and go through the day
for those other things
I have returned with the tired back of the street
and again dream the dreams of the land
and talk of wadding the storms or clichés like it.
Iquo Diana-Abasi Eke is a mother of two kids, the author of Symphony of Becoming and, one of the shortlisted poets for NLNG Poetry Prize 2013. She is a writer, an actress, and a Performance Poet who has featured in events such as Macmillan Literary Night, The Lagos Black Heritage Festival, Word Slam, Lagos Poetry Festival, Word and Sound, among others.
Read her poem below.
In the Web
Fears of yesterday
Rush forth in a contemptuous rage
Like bits of glass in a kaleidoscope
Each piece a fiery recognition
As our past fears turn to today’s reality
Like a spider
In its own intricate weaving
This web of never ending corruption is made more rigid
With each futile breakaway attempt
We grope in the dark
Uncertain of our ailments
Even more uncertain of the cure
In this labyrinth of would be heroes
Seeking to outwit us with old tricks in a new age
Disdain rankles, but we are not mocked
Though the dance varies
The tune remains
As poor denizens rejoice at
The emptiness of a tuneless song
Dangling on the precipice of never becoming a melody.
Bassey Ikpi is a Nigerian born poet/writer whose poetry has opened shows by Grammy Award winning artists. Bassey has been seen gracing the pages of magazines such as Nylon, Marie Claire, Glamour and
Bassey’s personal and heartfelt work has made her a much sought after performer. She is currently working on various screenplays as well as freelance writing for social media outlets. Her first completed collection of poetry and prose entitled, Blame My Teflon Heart: Poetry, Prose and Post-Its For Boys Who Didn’t Write Back will be released soon.
Watch her performance below.
Titilope is an award winning poet, writer and performer who has graced stages across Nigeria and internationally. She was the winner of the 2011 Canadian Authors’ Association Emerging Writer Award for her first collection of poems Down To Earth. Her spoken word album Mother Tongue was released in 2013 followed by a second collection of poetry, Abscess, in 2014. She performed alongside renowned poets Sonia Sanchez, Jayne Cortez, Yusef Komunyakaa and others, at the first spoken word showcase of the Achebe Colloquium on Africa at Brown University. Her poetry also afforded her a meeting with the late poet and activist, Maya Angelou.
Listen to her poem “Too Young”.
Born in Kenya to Somali parents, the poet and activist Warsan Shire grew up in London. She is the author of the collection Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth (2011), and her poems have appeared in journals and magazines, including Poetry Review,Wasafiri,and Sable LitMag.
Listen to her poem For Women Who Are Difficult to Love.
Safia Elhillo is Sudanese by way of Washington, DC. A Cave Canem fellow and poetry editor at Kinfolks Quarterly: a journal of black expression, she received an MFA in poetry at the New School. Safia is a Pushcart Prize nominee, co-winner of the 2015 Brunel University African Poetry Prize, and winner of the 2016 Sillerman First Book Prize for African Poets. In addition to appearing in several journals and anthologies including The BreakBeat Poets: New American Poetry in the Age of Hip-Hop, her work has been translated into Arabic and Greek.
Read To Make Use Of Water, one of the poems that won her the Brunel University African Poetry Prize below.
to make use of water
i forget the arabic word for economy i forget
the english word for عسل forget the arabic
word for incense & english word for مسكين
arabic word for sandwich english for وله &
صيدلية & مطعم & safia
/stupid girl, atlantic got your tongue/
i think i can take care of myself because i
only broke one plate the day wael died left it
in the sink for hours watched water fill the
seams of the mosaic & only let myself think
once of the crossed ocean how we thought it
was enough to keep us safe
back home we are plagued by a politeness
so dense even the doctors cannot call things
what they are my grandfather’s left eye
swirled thick with smoke
what my new mouth can call glaucoma
while the arabic still translates to
the white water
i think i can take care of myself
a stranger’s sour mouth scraped
the name off my body but i keep quiet
i am last in the shower line
i let it remain a household joke
how i finish all the hot water
i want to go home
i want to go home
half don’t even make it out or across you get to be ungrateful you get to be homesick from safe inside the folds of your blue american passport do you even understand what was lost to bring you here
Ladan Osman was born in Somalia. She earned a BA at Otterbein College and an MFA at the University of Texas at Austin’s Michener Center for Writers. Her chapbook,Ordinary Heaven, appears in Seven New Generation African Poets. Her full-length collection The Kitchen-Dweller’s Testimony won the Sillerman First Book Prize.
Read her poem Gnats below.
I can’t tell why I think the dried corncobs
in the gravel and the mattress under the tree
were not put here by children who bite so fast
they leave rows of kernels.
What does this mattress make me imagine?
What stalks this strange field? Who is eating my head?
Years ago, I would have imagined children jumping
off the branches, landing hard on the mattress,
shouting out when the odd spring caught a rib, an elbow.
There would be a young mother with a plate of corn,
red-faced from the heat and laughing.
Then, bird songs were not ominous.
Danger did not orbit like a gang of gnats.
Rupi Kaur is a writer and artist based in Toronto, Canada. With a focus in poetry, she released her first book of prose and poems in November 2014. Throughout her poetry, photography, illustrations, and creative direction she engages with themes of femininity, love, loss, trauma, and healing.
Read her poem The Idea Of Shrinking is Hereditary.
trying to convince myself
i am allowed
to take up space
is like writing
with my left hand
when i was born
to use my right
– the idea of shrinking is hereditary