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Beware
(1965 / Abor, Volta Region, Ghana)

Beware

I’m not yours to be lost
like candle in the wind
like salt in a cabbage stew
I’m delightfully not yours

you see me beautiful and bright,
graceful like light in the sun
I’ll never be the air in your breeze
nor the gin in your juice
I am the zebra the pride of a people

a bird imprisoned in a cage
knows it is a matter of time
so do not hold my soul captive
flapping me like a taper in a rushing wind
I am the Cat, my back has a story to tell

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