Hamzat Omolara Halimot | …but Yearn for Rain | Poetry
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Orange clouds merge with the sun-filled spaces amidst leaf shadows on the wall
And our whole world becomes one gooey ember
Everywhere you look, the light is falling and even
Seeds are planted in barren soil
by rough tattered hands,
while dreaming of outgrowing
This foreign land
three days of the week
Precious mourns her little sister
the one who passed far too early
I have too much sympathy for the world,
That I fear that I may be blinded from the fact;
The heart of man is wicked and the world breeds evil.
Just as the man who sits on the road,
Cotyledon by Emma Turner
I am half girl half boy
And it is ok to be ugly here
Skirts flapping where we walk