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The People Called Home by Courtney Granger

[tabby title="Poem"] I want to be on a windless beachWith a sister on each sideWe can bury our toes in the sandTake turns holding handsLose ourselves in the horizonFind ourselves in the wavesI want to be anywhereWhere you are with...

Miss Purple and the Ugly Duckling by Rishan Singh

[tabby title="Poem"] I.Her favourite colour is purple, like the mulberries on the table.She’s full of laughter, and she plays with the apple on the table.She’s young and old: She lives on the hill near the countryside –where all she hears...

Recognize Yourself in Others by Joseph S. Pete

[tabby title="Poem"] Race like a maniac down the highway, cutting everyone off.Wield your SUV like a weapon,barrel bullet-like through a red light, fail to yield the right of way at a stop sign,speed through the placid asphalt prairies of parking...

My village, your people by Qhawe

[tabby title="Poem"] We are still waiting for youand the things you promised us.When you left,we gave you everything we had.We starved and drained ourselves for you!We literally gave you every grain in our hearts for you to go...and come back...

Untitled by Noel Diketane

[tabby title="Poem"] A graveyard is someone's place of worshipSo please do not disregard it It's okay if your God rose from the deadHe did not die from bulletsBut anyways it's not a competition Marikana is a temple too. [tabby title="Poet...