It's Still Life

2. When She Was Just a Girl (Draft)

School left her behind, silent and different,
never feeling very dear around herself.

She said she was like first people, simple
in needs, and silent in her own thoughts,

and she wanted someone real like her,
someone who wouldn’t walk backwards.

She tied a donkey to her wooden cart,
and put her steely trust in all their feet.

And she walked away the days in hot
African bush just like she was someone,

the red dust rising up like African paprika.

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