Be Loved | Sethunya Hlobisa Matsie | Poetry
The reaching woman is there again. They say she’s the local mad woman. Every town seems to have one, the one children stop by, releasing the hands of their mothers to stand and look. Looking at her difference: voice shaking under pressure, eyes darting back and forth as if entranced, rustic brown lived-in chelsea […]
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The reaching woman is there again. They say she’s the local mad woman. Every town seems to have one, the one children stop by, releasing the hands of their mothers to stand and look. Looking at her difference: voice shaking under pressure, eyes darting back and forth as if entranced, rustic brown lived-in chelsea […]
