That Poor Old Girl

That poor old girl

Strips the buttons from the discarded dresses

She strips the zips

She strips the cuffs

She strips the collar and hem

She strips the sleeves

She strips a nice yoke

 

That poor old girl

 From the old dresses

She pieces a quilt

 

That poor old girl

Grows a big piece of cloth out of scraps

That poor old girl is braiding the selvage

That poor old girl coils and stitches the braids to make a hat

That poor old girl saves for tomorrow

That poor old girl saves for tomorrow, today

 

Excerpt from upcoming collection of poems “Sago Palm” by Afua Serwah Osei-Bonsu

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