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Post some poetry that you like, or share some of your own.

When I return
would you remember me
orphaned
child face set against you
tied
to me through suffering
secret and sombre?

Return I will
grown
woed skinned with grief
for those thousand nights shall be
as one
stranger shadowed in stranded struggles of what was
to be to
speak in different tongues of ignorance forget scattered words
shattering trees of truth on shoals of silence. ....

You were silence.
Where were your talking drums
to message my soul
before they twisted it
before they broke it
before they sold it for twelve cowrie shells before we learnt too much
too soon
too late?

- M. Nourbese Philip