Leonard Dabydeen Biography

They call me illegal
unwanted in the eye
blue as the sky
but only seeing my colour
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When I speak of history I speak well;
I leave behind the past where broken bones
Lay scattered on blistering sands to tell
Of atrocities that are mostly groans.
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She creeps around my room
lulling any sound whispering
in the creak of my chair
or the opening of a cabinet
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Shadows move among them,

amorphous like the wind
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