Creeping dark
Like charcoal
Moving left
Moving right
Moving everywhere
Like satellite orbit
Carrying blackness in her back
With the strength of a million men
Sometimes grows taller
Than the Iroko tree
Sometimes falls shorter
Than her master
I stared at my mirror
And she stared back at me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Carrying blackness in her back