Day: September 3, 2015

Poetry, Tale Africa

Dear Mirror

By Vimbai Chimanikire, Zimbabwe: Funny how I see myself through your eyes – Cotton-candy fro, rich black and so thick, all resting on a thought basket. Is the sky a reflection of the sea? Does my grandmother's spirit watch me as I sleep? Why am I called black when my skin is brown? A forest of unspoken fears: Afraid of […]

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