Sixteen Wishes
I wished I wasn’t so sensitive.
I wished the raised hands of my dad
couldn’t smack tears into my eyes
I wished to vanish behind the black
curtains of my shut eyes
I wished I didn’t mind that my white mum
visited my school wearing African robes
I wished I didn’t believe in ghosts
so I could keep my stain in those shadows
I wished my home wasn’t broken
my...
Saturday 6th March 2010 4:14 pm
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