Collection of Naa Doodua Doodu (Antonia the Little Observer)
FOREWORD BY THE POET
“No one knows the beginning of a poet more than the paper and ink he uses.”
I do not say how I feel.
I write it.
I dress my pain in prayers to Mary.
So it looks holy, not heavy.
I make my loneliness rhyme.
So it sounds like a song, not a cry.
People read “Teach us to endure.”
and think I am teaching them.
I am teaching myself.
My poems are not just poems.
They are where I put what I cannot speak.
Each line is a bead I finger in the dark.
When I don’t want anyone to hear me pray.
I am a poet, quiet and small.
Mary holds my words, all in all.
What my mouth is too afraid to say,
My rosary prays for me each day.
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