chirps, moans, whistles
I open my mouth and a sound comes out
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
surviving the landmine
at peace--she’s not a burden to her family--
they’ve sold her into slavery--
on bare ground with her one leg
her hands weave the rhythm of her days
she had hopes, but they are dead
nobody wants me now, she said
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farmlady
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How sad.
August 26, 2009 at 9:18 PM
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How sad.
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