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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

4 comments:

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

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