Ten toes and feet to run, to the stone walls, of history. - A dance. by Mapule Mohulatsi | Poetry Potion
[tabs tab1=”Poem” tab2=”Poet Bio”] [tab id=1]Exposed belly buttons and naked knees. Dusty, Small, Short, Vagabond! The ghetto street embellished with clamors of tin and coordinated jumps, Screams of ‘Chicago! Chicago! Letha ama tin!!!’ Hunger and the fullness of a childhood spent in the dusty ghetto street. A street forlorn of names, A place of beautiful … Continue reading "Ten toes and feet to run, to the stone walls, of history. – A dance. by Mapule Mohulatsi"
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