a ghosts reckoning
By: Rami Naamna
so i view the world ,
as a ghost made recent, body hidden in rubble and sunken in blood
still i identify as no more than a number
my positionality claims my social identity is reflective of concepts such as race , class & location
yet i lack such in death ,
my corpse is passed on , no more than a death in eurocentric media , claiming that my life was in the past
unaware that a soul is present in all time
they do not know that i am still here
to watch the success of my people & the reckoning of society I ask for
my trauma can only be relieved when my judgment of this world has passed on
even in death my souls weighs heavy , a neutron star in density
my vision of this world , reflected as my corpse is a product of my circumstances
and so my hollowness is reflective of societies lack of morality .
