Naima Yetunde Ince

Ghost Load Naima Yetunde Ince

There can be so many twist in the darkness. We shield ourselves behind well-designed masques and truth is only heard in the thickness of the forest. Often, we choke our existence from past experiences. foreshadowing our future. We desire to speak up, yet choose silence over freedom. Fumbling with the fragility of drifting virginity, I revisit my deceased innocence, and smile at a grown face. I bask in all that was and ever would be. I, we, can will, to ever be, a questioned never answered. Life destroyed inside like brimstone eradicating souls. Open fire, governed by tents of men, become objects to subjects and prospects to lean our burden on. Self-reflection can lure you between the words and lines of this collection of poetry. A ghost load of charted pieces, a trip whispered by silent voices. Here the unexplored is discovered, fantasies are unveiled, filthy lies overturned, as whispers are carried within the bowel of a Ghost Load.