Holy_Grail

Nigeria

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April 8, 2021

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Our mothers bore us from twigs
The only labour they felt 
Was in the strength of their arms
Our fathers knew art in two ways,
The blade and the hoe
We wore pain 
The way our brothers strapped us to their backs
The earth knew our footsteps
And so our feet had no toes.
Twice have I understood nothing,
When the earth didn't say
"Eat the dust"
And the moon gave us thrills.

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