Conjure Cognac Sexy Girl by Jeremy Worst

Conjure Cognac Sexy Girl by Jeremy Worst

Your sweet ululation sips into my conscience
And your praise of me floats outward to spot the clear blue
Slathering, on its way, faces marred with hypocrisy
As if women can’t sing odes to each other
As if body and soul need forever be parallel
As if you can’t be my soul sister and my beloved.

What do we say then to our daughters who want for ways to love,
Ways to love themselves in other women and love other women selflessly,
When a language for this love has not been found?
When love’s eyes have been turned inside out
And they only see what lies outside of them?

So I draw up a kind of language with my body
I don’t get it right
I don’t want to. What is right?
We love in passioned caricature
Corrupting what parallels me to you
And the chaos lie listlessly mid-air
Outlining the sighs that cling to large wooden beams

Poetry by Sally Kahiu © 2015

Written by Sally Kahiu
Sally is an Afrofuturist, art lover, poet and writer based in Nairobi. She ardently believes in propagating alterity and elevating knowledge systems of the ‘Other’. Her passion is demonstrated profoundly through her own poetry and prose. Sally is a researcher who loves, live music, Toni Morrison, recounting her daydreams and ice cream. Definitely ice cream.


  1. Molly May 7, 2016 at 11:26 am

    Your hontsey is like a beacon

  2. Mathenge Maina July 24, 2017 at 7:15 am

    A master piece. And honesty? top notch!

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