Kenya Noon

A poem.

Kenya Noon  

Girls in bright dresses shaded with grime
 run down red dirt roads,
 barefoot, heads shorn
 through corridors of maize and sugar cane.
 While boys in rags drop their sticks,
 lithe like licorice whips,
 to hitch a gleeful ride
 on our bus's behind.
 A quarter passes the wrong way
 through a window.
 Smiles break broad.
 They press eager faces to the glass –
 Needing everything and nothing.
  – Alisha Hipwell

 
 
 

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