Driving Lessons with My Father – Tryphena Yeboah
My mother’s voice makes youThink of past warsWhen she tells you to stir the soup,It’s as though she’s teachingYou how to hold a gunWhen she tells you to clean the room,It’s as though she’s trainingYou to pack for the day you have to run I turn twenty-three tomorrowAnd I still know nothing about […]