"Cross your T's and dot your I's
You have to be prim and proper"
But, Nne, no one told the grasses to grow a certain way
Nor the birds to sing a certain way.
You didn't make the flowers wear socks,
Why do you insist I look a certain way?!
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Drums and sands
Şiirlife through the eyes of an African child. Her transformations, her visions. Those things we can never 'unlive', sights we can't 'unsee', those things make us alive; US!
