Honora Ankong is a queer Cameroonian-American poet. She is currently a Virginia Tech MFA in poetry candidate. Her works exist in and explore the different landscapes where her identities intersect. She is constantly complicating and reimaging the confines of the African Diaspora. She has work forthcoming in the Peregrine Journal and Lolwe.



Honora Ankong

My mother birthed me of dust



It was March & dry — the first cries for the rainy season had just been heard. She reached into the earth and carved me into her likeness. Whispered into my bones I will take you farther than any man could ever. She bottled up all her suffering and lodged it into my throat She bid me: Sing — & I entered the world with my best cry rehearsed. I’m not saying she is god but men create life for abandon, she held me I was small-er than most babies she held me the doctors were worried — I was small she held the whole world in her arms. She held my whole. What is the world but an infant entering? Some days I find myself singing about men and heartbreak as if the first lesson that I learned didn’t have to do with men being fraught. My mother urges me to marry like a good daughter as if I did not read from her silence “You cannot bury yourself in a man and hope for anything other than ruin to come sprouting when the rainy season comes.”




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