Poems from Charis

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Zombie and student by day, introvert and people-watcher by noon, insomniac and writer by night
16
  I do not know what other girls my age Think, I know what I do Though fashion, boys, beauty and not sage words of wisdom are more true...
  Fifty odd years ago, freedom! We cried. Our wish came true; our soil, the colonial masters departed the sovereign Queen no longer held...
  ! Happiness!  You fickle emotion, wretched emotion grinning mask covering seething faces deceiving innocent people, falsifying places...
  Tears streamed down kohl-lined eyes Black trails down tear ravaged face I wail against the heavens, naked and broken Water fails to wash...
  Come inside, it’s getting dark Mother said minutes before supper Fish and fresh milk in dipper Toy soldiers, I shoved into sack   We...

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