I am a grown woman that writes in her diary, and I’m not ashamed of it.I was given a diary at the age of ten, not knowing the purpose of having one. I didn’t have a lot of things to talk about, only how annoying people in my immediate family are. Two year...
I was born in a cityWhere there is no love, no unityI was born in a countryWhere disease and hunger bites as if a mosquito was sucking your BloodI was born in a worldWhere my colour means segregationI was born in a landWhere hardship liesWhere power means...
Jane, slender short andplain enough, in a teal room, bay window,daybed, cream primrose cottonblanket, antiqued mirror, Monetprint on the wall (morning light, pale autumn, the City), hardbound Pelican Shakespeare on the oakchair, open to a page ofCymbeline...
