22 April 2013

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Inspired from Poems by Maya Angelou

With skin like dawn
The scullery maids create a love child

From the Black-White truth of
The lip-wise owners living

in the broken air spread across their massive properties

The fruit and grains witness
The blooming horror

of the staining on the shoes
Of the grown

Rubbing the nakedness of the child’s bursting balloon belly
Whilst thick scars lay across their backs
and their tiny hands calloused
from the weight of a thousand white men

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