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Waterpot

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Today, I felt like sharing one of my favourite poems, by a wonderful poet called Grace Nichols.  If you have never read Grace Nichols before, I strongly recommend you do – her work is moving yet inspiring.  A bibliography is available here

waterpot
the daily going out
and coming in
always being hurried
along
like like..cattle
in the evenings
returning from the fields
she tried very hard
pulling her self erect
whith every three or four
steps
pulling her self together
holding her self like
royal cane
and the overseer
hurrying them along
in the quickening darkness
and the overseer sneering
them along in the quickening
darkness
sneered at the pathetic
the pathetic display
of dignity
o but look
there’s a waterpot growing
from her head
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Written by Lores

April 23, 2009 at 12:19 pm

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