Thursday, April 29, 2004
Dedicated to my Daughters (Ayanda and Nirvana)
REFRAIN OF PAIN I would love all poetry to be Of the nature of joy, bouncy... Today the refrain is of pain As I turn to my pen again I grow old, my daughters grow old Goodness is not dead, I am told Alone among new immigrants I come without a language, chants Mixed colonial economies Took us to...
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