Songs of Anisha
“False Eyelashes”
by Dolly Parton
Folks back home think I'm a star now when they hear my records play
They say there home town girl made good and she'd go a long long way
Mom wonders why I don't drive back in that big fine car I own
The truth is I don't have a car and I'm ashamed to go back home
A pair of false eye lashes and a tube of cheap lipstick
A pair of worn out high heel shoes and a dress doesn't fit
These are all my possessions all I have to my name
And a record played in my home town is my only claim to fame
I'm so glad that dad can't see me now, his favorite little girl
Singing in this dingy place on the wrong side of the world
And I'm glad that I can't see the boy that offered me his name
For I was blind and turned from him in this empty search for fame.
“Invisible Tears,”
by Yaw Panfo
You breathe the sun’s morning rays into the lungs. You grin
like a sculptured face etched with eternal joys. This year you were
bruised many times like a kick-boxer who received deadly punches
on the face, becoming one that many hearts pitied. Chariots of death
snatched your beloved, making her memories trapped in your
empty stomach. Abeiku lost his mind to smoking, grieving his departed
mother. In Ghana, people take time to wail about misfortune and in all
these you kept smiling through every layer of pain, but inside you lived
a man weeping like a little child lost in this labyrinth of life.
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