Sacrifices

Legs aching, hot sun parching the tongue and skin

rag tag garments only barely perserving modestly

            deep in the heart of Nairobi Kenya

               making the daily trip for water

                        for the children

                               for me

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My country

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