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To envision my mind is to see a room with no windows or doors.
In this sensitive poem, Abu explores the history behind slavery and delves deep into the raw turmoils and oppression that people of colour experienced then, and now.
She stood in front of the mirror with gracelessness as though she has just awaken from distressing dream. She observed wrinkles that were haphazardly distributed on her features.
Makeup is her war paint. She salutes the mirror, woman no more.
The only piece of poetry I’ve ever done.