Ethiopia
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Destiny's Child blasts in my ear; it is my fourth school in the past semester alone.
I keep my head low, hold the list of room numbers in my hand, walk swiftly.
Sixth hour is the slowest, likes the teacher's arid words.
I am from two worlds
I am from one world overflowing with rich culture
A world with spices that can inflame one’s taste buds and sense of desire
As I roam the poor streets of Ethiopia,
The wails of the children come to my attention.
I look to my left and see the worn-out, oversized clothes
That hang loosely on their bodies.
