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Wednesday, April 13, 2011

A thing we will forget




fathers who wash
sperms
from their pants
and wipe one
that made child
from their memory
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4 comments:

  1. DelaApril 14, 2011 at 1:15 AM

    Nana, this reminds me of Toni Morrison's the Bluest Eye. It seems so powerful yet so succinct. Love it love it love it. I miss you.

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  2. Nana April 14, 2011 at 8:01 AM

    thanks duck! I miss you too. *hugs*

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  3. ghanabakwamenaJune 2, 2011 at 5:55 PM

    I'm so totally in love with your blog! I'm coming back errday to read from YOU!
    Much love- Ghanabakwamena!

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  4. Nana June 3, 2011 at 2:08 PM

    oh thank you Ghanaba! you are so kind. :) <3

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