Tuesday, 10 November 2009
Somebody’s daughter drowned in her own tears
and washed ashore at exactly where the fishmongers
gather to gossip about every young girl in the village
who dreams of a life better than toothless men can give.
Somebody’s daughter chopped off her arm to lose some
weight so she can fit in a dress smaller than her brain.
Somebody’s daughter gave out her heart to a lover
who’s disappeared forever with somebody’s daughter.
Congratulations once again to Accra [dot] Alt and the French Embassy for making it happen this year too. Too many people wanted to piss on t...