Tanka

Azikiwe Calhoun

1 min readMay 20, 2020

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Once was radiance

exfoliating our skin.

Befouled canal

bathing in this putrid stream.

My little one here with me.

Azikiwe Calhoun

Written by Azikiwe Calhoun

writer, educator, youth development practitioner

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