The Door of No Return

by Kwame Alexander

Kwasi is dead and my body can no longer house the river of tears swelling inside like an angry morning tide. I am on the other side of hope, the place numb to fear. A place I could have never imagined that I now live in.

I SWALLOW the sweet past to soothe my bitter present.

until the lions tell their side of the story, the tale of the hunt will always celebrate the hunter…

I worry if yesterday was a dream and this nightmare is my future.