Contents

Editorial:
Pen, Sword and The Society

Interview:
Nnorom Azuonye
My E-conversation with
Esiaba Irobi

Guest Poet:
Rebecca Steltner
About Steltner

Poems:

Rebecca Steltner
Summer Forgetting
Untitled I
Untitled II
Before falling asleep
Chafed
Unoma Azuah
Vows
Song of the Owl
Nights
In Us
Uduma Kalu
To the unheard voice
A mermaid dance
Evelyn
I am still eager
C. Highsmith-Hooks
When freedom come
Through tainted eyes
The Day The Towers Fell
Uche Nduka
Swear
Gleamings
Turn the key
Slow Feet
Emeka Azuine
Reality World
Oppressenergy
Song for Souls


Feature:
Nnamdi Obioha Azuonye
- Profile of the poet
Nnorom Azuonye
The Freedom Clause: Theme and Meaning
in the poems of
Nnamdi Azuonye

Events & Announcements:
StAnza Poetry Festival
Poetry Competitions

Notes:

Notes on Contributors
Glossary

Back Issues:

January 2003
December 2002

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MAGAZINE MONTHLY -- FEBRUARY 2003          ISSN 1479-425X

Poems

C. HIGHSMITH-HOOKS


Through Tainted Eyes

I see the world
through tainted eyes-
clouded by institutional deceit
and constitutional plots.
Tinged with the yellow hue
of hatred and discrimination
passed down from fathers
to their sons
over tuna casserole
and green salads.
Irritated by the smoke
from flaming crosses
and burning flesh.

Tinted with a film
of deep mistrust
and the glare of
presumed guilt.
Blurred and obscured
by folks clutching purses
when my 13 year-old son
enters an elevator.
Shaped by the fact
that my husband
better NOT
"leave home without it";
and I don't mean
his American Express Card!

Disturbed to know
that my brothers
with nice cars can't drive
without being pulled over-
"Driving while Black,"
I think they call it.
And my friends
can't walk the streets
without being harassed
because they
"fit the description of….."

Affected by the notion
that if I'm in an exclusive store,
I'm tracked from the time I enter
until the time I leave
because I must be there to steal-
I couldn't possibly afford
to buy anything!
Twisted by the remarks
that folks don't think I hear.
And don't care if I do.

Poisoned by the fact that
to some, a black leather wallet
looks like a gun.
Now you tell ME
whose eyes need fixing!


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