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This is a “Poem of the Day” feature piece


I’d forgive u all the ways u ended me If I didn’t see u everyday In the folds of my skin The stomp of my feet

My cowardice And passion feel so Home to me Like the way my legs are formed In the same thick, stumpy shape as urs And my hands Strong and tender

I could never forget the Roughness of yours Forget this likeness of yours Is so elemental

I’d only meet the end of it With the end of me

© Ama Akoto (2018)

#family #identity #love #pain

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