It does not need to be disturbed... / It does not need to be shouted... / It does not need to be interrogated... / / It does not need to be accused of anything that it had never done / It does not need to be mistaken for anything that is not perfect... / / The call of nature respect and it needs to be… sign in to read more »
It is my mother's home that I'm bound to decorate... / We can fight for who can sit on the sofa today... / We can run to the sitting room to be the first on that one sofa... / We can share rooms, blankets etc. / It does not matter anymore / Because it is my mother's home... / / No man's effort, no… sign in to read more »
Nine months in mother's womb / Plus two years of training to walk / Adding more years to teach to talk / Never forgetting the years of showing how to discover and fit well to the world so cold.. / / Yet some hours never experienced with mother. / Feels like a snap from Shaka's Spear stretching that… sign in to read more »
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