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Matador by Carol Ronaldson

Carol Ronaldson | February 28th, 2011 | poetry | No Comments

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[tab id=1]Woman you stand
in hot wind the
Karoo spits out,
and wave your red flag
as the sun strips
the humanity from
your dreams
your heart
the hopes
that you guard

as you face down
cars
trucks
buses
unseeing faces
that at the delay,
grumble
mutter
frown,
in their cocoons of
air conditioned apathy

not knowing the
courage it takes,
for you to wake up
everyday, to
leave your bed
leave your house
leave your child
leave your pride,

to stand and wave
your red flag
knowing
that not much will change;
that this is your life.[/tab]
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