Amamiya Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Amamiya
The muse of nature,
With the ways of life;
Amamiya, aim, yam, may, Ama, am, May!
She told you of her story,
As she was sold to a man;
Who is an old man,
Bold with her words! !
Plus the gold presented to her parents.
Cold, fold, hold!
Like the cry of a river;
Being very young and, telling you her sad story.
Tuesday, December 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: sold
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