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By Maya Angelou Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size But when I start to tell them, They think I’m[...]
If love was in drawings alone, I shall look for an artistic pencil And draw your charming face on the clouds If love was in traveling alone, I shall sit[...]
When breasts like hills stood on their chests And babies never began to ride on their backs, The living dead, our incomparable jewels Dared not rub faeces on the faces[...]
Suddenly, The echoes of trumpet call Steal the world with surprise Within and around the earth Infants swiftly vanish away, From their mothers’ back And stars are quickly taken From[...]
From dawn, She began to learn the world with dolls Nurtured to take up her mother’s skirts and shoes: Little by little, little by little Her two innocent feet Were[...]
