A Post-colonial Reconstruction of Diaspora
Chapter Three: To remember myself
I watch herEvery movementI watch herEvery gestureI watch her
Representing the body
I watch her, my MotherShe sits in the chair with a homemade fan that gently sways from side to side it is one of those hot daysI watch her,Covering every movement, her feet lie resting softly on the floorPartially covered by the shoes I can see her small toe uncovered exposed the small nail is black it has discoloured in the miles she has walked in no-sole shoes. She adjusts the top layer of the shoe to cover her toes this is difficult I know this is difficult as I have done the same time and time again wearing no sole shoes makes it difficult.
It is one of those hot daysI feel the shame flooding over me.I feel her shame cutting like a knife.
Shame is not soft
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