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Jan 2015
We laugh
at the racism
of our parents
like it doesn't secretly exist
between us.

How else, does
1964
become
1994
become
2014
while staying the same?

Stagnant freedoms.
I'm just saying.
Tawanda Mulalu
Written by
Tawanda Mulalu  Gaborone, Botswana
(Gaborone, Botswana)   
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