Debora Poems - Poems about Debora

...Raised Iron works thrust out of the blacktop. Women-hole covers appear; the tip of the spear above new drilled silos. Rubber slugs concrete. Debora steers her way through a slalom of gender......

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...We have sprinted on our paws from silver fields into the ashen corridors of Office-Max How early we set our alarms, how grown up, who don the coats of men, despite the heat, who drive on four w......

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...I empty my basket at the counter. Six individual cans of strong imported beer. A plastic bottle of ’Tums’ antacids. A box of frozen French Bread Pizza. A jar of jalapeno peppers. The wiry cu......

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...When would this country be well again? When would Nigeria be good again? Who is against us or for us here in Nigeria? When would our democracy speak for us? When would you and me learn not to tru......

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