AN OUNCE OF COURAGE
Joemario Umana
Fear was the breast
we suckled on. We were gazelles
at the mercy of the hunter's gun.
No, that small word,
lived inside our throats
like a hatchling with wet wings.
Courage was an altitude of an eagle
we couldn't yearn for.
Yes father, we said,
even when we weren't in the wrong.
Yes father,
the only song
we were allowed to sing.
But it's only for so long
you can beat an ox
before its horns
start remembering
their sharpness.
So when at the sacristy,
an auxiliary,
after giving us
a number of white moons
to provide,
and it didn't reach all the faithful,
and he came thundering
for us to shudder,
I wasn't surprised
when no
was the door
he slammed into.
And even when
we were sent to the Marian square
to feed our bodies
to the hunger of canes,
twitching in their fists
like eager snakes,
like flowers blooming
in clusters,
no was the ground
we stayed rooted.
Joemario Umana, Swan XVII, is a Nigerian creative writer
and performance poet who considers himself a wildflower. A
Fellow of the SprinNG Writing Fellowship (2023), he is the
winner of the Gbemisola Adeoti Prize for Poetry (2026), co-
winner of the Folorunsho Editor Poetry Prize (2025) and the
second-place winner of the Rhonda Gail Williford Poetry
Prize (2025). His works have appeared in Prairie Schooner,
Chestnut Review, Orange Blossom Review, Frontier Poetry,
Uncanny Magazine, LOLWE, Strange Horizons, South Florida
Poetry Journal, Ubwali Lit, ONE ART Journal, Akpata
Magazine, Poetry Sango-Ota, Poetry Column–NND,
trampset, and elsewhere. He made it into the finalist pool of
the Brooklyn Poets Fellowship (2026), and was shortlisted for
the Evaristo Prize for Poetry (2026), the Stephen A. DiBiase
Poetry Prize (2026), the Kayode Aderinokun Poetry Prize, and
the Akachi Chukwuemeka Prize for Literature (2025). He
currently serves as Poetry Editor at Akpata Magazine and
Ekondo Review. When life gives him breathing space, he sees
movies, anime and roams the streets of Twitter as
@JoemarioU38615.