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Elegy to the Miscultured Children.

You've gone so far from home.. Your mother doesn't feel familiar You've let your heart beat to the seductive tune of the invader All the while, Sitting on your father's grave . Orphaned in oppression, Singing values of valour, valour of your coloniser A lot like eulogies to your freedom.

Stories About the Dead : Shame II

/ ʃeɪm / Cambridge: If something is  described  as a shame, it is  disappointing  or not  satisfactory; an  uncomfortable   feeling  of  guilt  or of being  ashamed  because         of  your  own or someone else's  bad   behaviour;   loss  of  honour  and  respect; to make someone or something  seem  not good by  comparison. I like shame. It keeps everything together.  To locate shame ,  you have to look underneath your ribs where your heart lies.  Here lies my shame  My people love to tell a story;  of morality,  of culture,  of values; additives to my inherited shame.  My shame in being a woman, afforded to me by my birth.  shame on my growth ,  the shame on my liberation from my psychological bondage.  my cradle to the world.  ...