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In side Leonard's kitchen place,
My mother sat on a stool without a trace
Cooking and dismissing all about the war
Always like Blenda
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The day I met him,
Every thing became true
Like a morning dew-
With a perfect hue
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Every days and nights,
She walks up and down-
Past corn fields
Her flip-flops,
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I've never forgotten
My mother's braveness
She, who stood unbroken like a rainbow
Of a multitude beautiful colours...
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The wind winded so slow,
And dry avocado leaves
Fell one by one
On Miranda's verandah
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Once upon a time in a midmay
While Lila was home in a dismay
There came her cousin rushing in a haste
To deliver a message of courage and hope
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I arrived in the library with a baby on my back
Thinking to attend my class on line
For my childcare was closed and damned
I found a place to begin
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After all the scars...
After all the stars
And the sun retreats...
And here you are talking
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I reached my sister's house and sank on a sit
Waiting again for a sip of whisky
For the freedom was better and too frisky
Unlike my own home where freedom less beat
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Afoot to ward a girl, the man tumbled
Enraged to see the girl laughing, he killed
The girl cried a little, but cursed
Hidding her face with a purse
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On the land where I was born
There, were all and greens,
Vegatation full of life
For the rain did all
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Young and tender, I am
But I look to my future and doubt
Will I be like those whose
Compounds I cheerfully cherish
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You can't blame me now
For the customer's names on
The red receits are
Long-shaped enough like
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I frequently fled my compound
For you openly refused to chill out
Now that I'm safe and alive,
All I ask is to extinguish your firery waves
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Ruth had been sweeping
When she abruptly heard something bewailing,
An ocean howl
Her open-naked back yard's ground
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My brother and I were friends
Always, we played like fools
On those anthills and vales
Enclosed by mountain chains
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By the water tank where
I stood astounded by a sudded scream
Of a woman I listened
Then watched her
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Before even he got splashed,
Our father had forbiden him from
All his fishing movement
He had made it clear
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on a glare-warm day, I whatched baboons
Baboons whose holes looked like a pink ball
They crawled to ward our sugar-cane field-wall,
And I laid planted behind the anthill-haze
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I remember those surprising days
In which I used to be strongly amazed
The red, green grasshoppers-
Even un interested eye-droppers
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