Poems from Angelolual Mou
Poetry is my mirror. It reflects the wounds of a divided land, the beauty of survival, and the dream of a people yearning for unity,...
One day, I tried to play around, but I slipped and hit the ground.
My mother said, “Don’t give it up—be strong,” for she knew, someday,...
One day, I tried to play around, but I slipped and hit the ground.
My mother said, “Don’t give it up—be strong,” for she knew, someday,...
My country—why have you treated us like this?
What must we do to be seen, to feel like these?
It’s always painful when your own land
Pushes...
How to make yourself perfect is to become a prefect. A school where students go without boot doesn't look good. Studies promote and...