The Nonbeliever
“The Lord either saw me unfit to visit—or it was that other thing, that lightless tunnel, that labyrinth turned endless maze.”
Names have been changed.
never
Hallelujah!
Do they think I’m the devil?
Does she think I’m the devil?jump
Kemi Alabi was born on a Sunday in July. Since then, their poetry and essays have found homes in The Guardian, The Toast, Winter Tangerine, Apogee Journal, The BreakBeat Poets Vol. 2: Black Girl Magic (Haymarket 2018) and other warm places. They live in Chicago and online at kemialabi.com.
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