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| African Mother Carrying Her Child (Wikimedia Commons) |
what thirty american dollars will buy
five dark godiva tulips
obwisana sa na na
one hundred lindor truffles
the rock it crushed my hand, grandma
two harry & david bunnies
obwisana sa
one ghanaian boy, age twelve
the rock it crushed my hand
one thousand bitter kisses
4 comments:
Oh wow! A hard-hitting poem--its comparison between the price for a child and designer candy is certainly bitter. My heart especially hurts over the lines of the child's voice. Just an excellent poem and a powerful commentary!
sobering...in your face and personal as well...we blow 30 bucks like water sometimes...does any of it really matter...i like this one...
Impossible to leave a comment as worthwhile as the poem in this case. One that needed writing; well done.
"One ghanian boy, age twelve" is shocking and effective, most notably because it is so stoically listed with luxuries. Sweet, edible luxuries to be exact. Harrowing.
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