Edward Kofi Louis
Her Hole Is... - Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Her hole is open like her own gate,
Her grass is harder like her own door,
Her cup is wider like her own window,
Her heart is humble like her own words,
Her mouth is sweeter like her own honey,
Her back is beautiful like her own face,
Her pot is heavier like her own water,
Her plane is afar like her own vision,
But visit the land of her black sand to learn from it;
Because out of two cam a child!
And out of the two came the population,
But you and i are here today to witness her acts! !
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