Muna

This poem is about joy It is not about sea Or dust Or dry fruit Or edges Or being hung Today No one died on the side walk The street In the hands of a police officer  Or man Today A little boy played outside the streets of Takoradi Today The only time he was asked to put his hands up  Was to show us how he looks when he pretends he is flying And             He                         Was                                     Flying Today  black woman laughed freely Did whatever they wanted with their hair, clothes, being And laughed And laughed  And l...