Azma Mulundika
I view my poetry as a reflection of growth, all things I have felt in the past. Sometimes when I read some of my old poems I think one of two thoughts: “Why did I feel that way?” or “I’m glad I don’t think that way anymore.”
Colurism
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I remember
I remember a girl
I remember a smile
I remember a scent
I remember it doesn’t smell like home
I remember sadness
I remember a mean dad
I remember a lost mom
I remember tears
I remember hunger
I remember pain
I remember a childhood lived in vain
I remember her
I remember little big girl
I remember fear
I remind myself that I’m not her anymore.
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