by Ama Akoto

I love the way my name sounds

As it’s

Falling off cracked lips

And crashing to the cold,

Unyielding ground below

Cratering its surface

And burrowing itself into

The fiery core

Of this dying earth


I love the way it looks

Soaring off bleeding tongues

And floating on the

Wind, up to a boundless sky.

Rising through unsympathetic nebula

Reaching the cracked ears

Of a God who looks like me


I love the way my name tastes

Gliding down the naked skin

Of a wet woman

Snaking tattoos around the places

She’s been breached

Filling the holes that have

Been forced to open

Planting flowers

Where disaster

Left famish


I love the way my name feels when it’s

Slicing through bodies

Burning down homes

Ravaging cities

And tunneling lands


My name

Shall call upon

Every vowel

Snatched from the rounded mouths of my ancestors

Then twisted and contorted

To fit the straight rigid lines

Of our oppressors


Speak my name

And watch

Thrones disgorge their seats

Homes occlude their patriarchs

As each letter comes

Sets this world ablaze


Ama Akoto is a graduating senior studying English creative writing at NCCU. Words and especially poetry have been an avenue for self expression for her for over a decade now. Upon graduation, she has hopes of working with and for Black femmes to create spaces where their voices are empowered. She was born and raised in Washington, DC. 


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