My father became old
My father
became old
While
i
was
away.
Now he plays
with his old wedding sari
and braids
his hair with jasmine and marigold.
his hair with jasmine and marigold.
Damn! Not Dad it's Mum
all
niggers start to look alike
they say
and
niggers start to look alike
they say
and
now
I see it's true
having returned
from
having returned
from
En
Why You?
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