Monday, May 9, 2011

Before They Came Comments

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Sitting here with my daughter between my knees, I braid her hair, One by one I place the lucky shells in her hair.I hear the call and response in my village..
The roll was being called.
This gathering was different,
The drums tell us we must gather
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Vicki Acquah
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Vicki Acquah 15 June 2018

Please send my user code/password... I cant get any response from you POEM HUNTER I need to correct TYPO! ! !

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VICKI ACQUAH 07 April 2019

THERE /THEIR MY TYPO NEEDS EDIT.

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Vicki Acquah 15 June 2018

Poem needs edit there is typo cannot fin my user info.

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Khairul Ahsan 24 May 2018

Your longing for going back to the time before 'they came' has so eloquently been expressed in the poem! Loved your description. Of which place and culture have you written about, here in this poem?

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