Ofentse Mercy Hajane
Ofentse Mercy Hajane Poems
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I Am An African Child
I am an African child.
How do I know this?
Because I listen to sounds of life long lived.
Do not cite me any parchment of thine god,
For we all know there's no such.
I know that because I am an African child.
When you wake up in the morning,
I ask you not to pray for me,
'cause prayer can never be traded in for food,
Nor for love.
I am an African child,
When they said hide the truth in the book,
They also hid a lie besides it.
Three guesses what my brother chose!
I know this because ...
The Death Of Lilly
Sad your face looks.
Shame pours out from your eyes.
Discarded like rotten food.
She stood slimly.
Bones you would've mistaken her for.
All the beauty she had,
The fat that made her human,