Friday, 26 June 2009

My Head is a Drum


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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