African Lily Poems

Where I am from, mother's mourn the death of their daughters over and over and over
Daughters die day after day, shedding their womanhood and burying their dreams and aspirations one rape at a time
The bodies of empty mothers are walking the isles of Checker and PicknPay, buying food to feed empty daughters who didn't choose it, but still had to loose it
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Fifteen November
Waking up memoryless
Can't breath, I explode
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