{"id":1871,"date":"2018-05-07T15:17:17","date_gmt":"2018-05-07T15:17:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/barrowstreet.org\/press\/?page_id=1871"},"modified":"2018-05-07T15:32:47","modified_gmt":"2018-05-07T15:32:47","slug":"shiferraw","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/barrowstreet.org\/press\/shiferraw\/","title":{"rendered":"Shiferraw"},"content":{"rendered":"
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by Mahtem Shiferraw<\/em><\/p>\n

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Incandescence is a name I inherit
from sultry ancestors; they must see
a light I do not see, and call me lit.
I grow dark underneath, as if I am
made of tired shadows, all intersecting
into each other, into another. We are
iridescent: black on black on blue
with slightly golden edges. We walk
in unison too: our backs bending at once,
our arms breaking, our abdomens
kicked into silence, thighs bleeding. Through
this, I ask: am I still lit? And they, again
waving braided hairs in the same direction,
as if to say, what else would you be \u2013
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Mahtem Shiferraw is a writer and visual artist from Ethiopia and Eritrea. Her work has been published in various literary magazines. Her poetry collection, FUCHSIA<\/em>, won the Sillerman Prize for African Poets.
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