Poems from Vicalin
In seventh grade
She read a book on the bench,
Because I made fun of her thorny hair.
And when she scratched, she shed dry flakes.
She read...
But the book could still look nice,
set on a shelf for rent,
with a sticker and a price.
It is met with craving eyes,
and minutes past,...
Risen from the ground,
I was born a lovely sight.
The moment I smelled the new air
and held on to the sky,
the entire world rejoiced -
"The...
I watched you watch that photo,
the boy with dirt and muddy hands,
as you told me that you were going to start the shower,
leaving the...
Above the village flew the colors on the flag -
yellow, red, and black - and he wore them proudly here.
The young, bright face of Uganda,...