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Amanda Hammar
Zimbabwe Lost
Zimbabwe Lost
Zimbabwe Lost
IWhat kind of African.
My skin
the colour of colonisation.
II
Rooted baobab-deep.
Orphaned now
by the quarrels of history.
III
Moving
from an ache to an agony
flesh tears from bone
heart from home.
© 2002, Amanda Hammar
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Zimbabwe Lost
IWhat kind of African.
My skin
the colour of colonisation.
II
Rooted baobab-deep.
Orphaned now
by the quarrels of history.
III
Moving
from an ache to an agony
flesh tears from bone
heart from home.
Zimbabwe Lost
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