Afro Sonnet - Poem by emebet mesfin
don't they kniw Afro is my trade mark, girls at my new school stared hard, wore colorful dresses the whole week. Uniform was ready blending is guaranteed. white shirt green vest and skirt, delighted me coupled up with doctor's shoes, grass trees doors gates in premises I marveled at, mesmerised at sisters in blue who quietly harmonize. Still stood out because of hair style, anxiously waited for it to grow, outdated fashion put me on a different aisle, enviously looked at braiding my age mates follow.In my four years stay changes I underwent, joy of having uniform hasn't once left.
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