| the first encounter | A young man, only a few years younger than me, interrupted my workshop to tell me how fashionable I was in a blue-boned sweater from Target— & that I looked Nigerian. Sorry man, you’ve got me mistaken for someone else. | november 2018 | the African continent rests on my skin, torn into thousands of sanguine ink dots that wil…
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