My Head is a Drum
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My head is a drum.
The harder they beat,
The stronger I sound.
My skin is a hide.
No stick can crack
My sun-baked back.
My voice is loud.
Nothing can drown
The future I call.
My feet are wood.
Rooted in Truth
Stronger than your lies.
©2009 Nana Kofi Acquah
(this poem and self-portrait are dedicated to everywoman who daily turns the hurdles placed in their way into opportunities)
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