Doris Dzameshie


Worms in Africa


The worms in Africa are skinny
Iseola wants to be buried in Africa
The worms in Africa are not slimmy
Which is why Iseola wants to be buried in Africa?

The worms in America are fat
Iseola does not want to be buried in America
The worms in America are slimmy
Which is why Iseola does not want to be buried in America?

Iseola wants to be buried in Africa
The home of her ancestors
Where the worms are skinny and not slimmy
Her tomb stone shall read “home at last”

Submitted: Wednesday, March 31, 2010
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  • Saadat Tahir (6/17/2014 9:24:00 AM)

    it may appear morbid to some, i think its deep and philosophical.
    it addresses many issue and iut raises some

    nicely written

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