Poem Six Degrees of Suffering (Part 3 of 6) by Lauren Zuniga

THREE.
Ndungtsa never meant to become
this beast. When he was 13, the rebels
came to his village. They asked his
brother if he was ready to join. He said
no, they shot him in the head. Ndungsta
didn’t want to die. Now he knows a new
kind of hunger. His fingers swell as they
claw for more power. Fists full of hair and
cash and anger. He does not remember
what his name means. He walks proud
as a silver back.

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