Toyin Falola Be still, dear wind, be still Open your palms and show me what you stole Be still, dear man, be still I can see the pain in your heart Be still, dear river, be still Let me bare my soul to you Maybe you...
Poetry
Poetry: Campuses Must Reopen!
Toyin Falola I call the deaf by his name he hears me, but I claim I’m being ignored and shamed; I count stones on the streets put them in different pots to heat. Done, I assume, and ready to eat But in my rage, I soon...
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