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I am working on editing my poems for another chapbook. This time I want perfect binding, not staples. Many of my poems are very personal, very African, and nature oriented. Poetry sings in my soul.
The bristle and the barkScared us childrenWhy did he yell so, andWhy did he get so mad, His face turned red, We felt unsafe.Father took off, just took offDown the dirt road