B.C. Poem by Charlina Daitouah Smith

B.C.



I present crisp dollar bills and
a human deity.

Settling in the circle of dust, hands
and interlocked feet, making bitter
obeisance.

I search for new gods. My fathers’
gods left for the city.

So, I stand before translucent
beings in the seat of gods,

who grope for answers to the unsearchable
questions of my disillusioned heart.

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Charlina Daitouah Smith

Charlina Daitouah Smith

Monrovia, Liberia
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