Yes, this did indeed happen. I was only eight and really didn't know any better.
Since all the fathers in the neighborhood were grumbling about the pesky dandelions, Stephen thought he was going to do everyone a favor by going around with a paper bag and pick all the yellow flowers that I could find. Well, I took a look at the bag and ant's were crawling everywhere on it, had never seen so many ant's, and of course I couldn't take it inside the house because you know what would have happened to me, so I just dumped the bag into the trash can.
I originally wrote this poem in 1982.
This poem will be included in my new upcoming poetry book which at the moment is still untitled.
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
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Karen