I wish to write an encomium for myself
Paint it's hue with my mother's advice and my father's guilt
For it will dress the colour of my heart
Which fell pale to the clutter of their voices In my adolescent nights
A glance of this write will make my eyes swim to the rivers of their arguments
I wish to entitle it childhood.
Copyright © Roger Nkhoma | Year Posted 2021
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