The She Story
I write because:
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she bends over the city’s garbage bin on
Broadway Avenue in Winnipeg. Daily. She looks up when she sees you and ask for
change, then goes back to her mining.
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another she, reads books as she walks on the
pavement, reading glasses and black sunshades on a string around her neck. Sometimes she reads with the sunshades. Her vivid red lips are Oscar perfect, as if she recently
applied the lip stick for the red carpet.
·
yet another she has three bags she lugs around
every day while smoking. Her head is
always bobbing sideways. There’s not a
single grey in her brown hair.
·
the fourth she, can be found only in the
financial mall, wearing three heavy coats and four bags of plastic shopping bags
with logos of drug stores and grocery stores.
·
the last she might be me, if I stop writing.
By: Nonqaba waka Msimang.
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