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in Poetry
Am I Really
We chanted our ABC’s In the safety of our coloured room. Consonant and vowel replays, tongue twists against our normal vernac. Monday to Friday, The school was my cradle. my […] More
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You are more than a Domestic Slave Woman.
Midway through meal preparations yesterday, my sister and I reminded ourselves that we are not alone in the house. So, we passed along and shared the tasks around cooking with […] More
