Forward – Tydale Bassey Abigail

“Forward” Atop the mango tree; Into the deep stream; In front of the frosty path; I meddle my limbs through Because I am a boy, They say I’m my sisters’ buoy.

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Future- Tydale Bassey Abigail

  “Future” Spoiled air, Stark sky, Stormy days, Violent winds, Turbulent seas, Cold nights, Are all I can see. A few legs stepping on too many toes… Their shoes called oppression;

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