May 23 2014
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By patrick 2014, Africa, Poems, Travels, Volunteerism

par·a·dox

i see their little black bodies
skipping beside the road
like forms cut out of the horizon
inverted patterns posing questions
about how to stitch them back into
a world wholly undeserving of them

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