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Liberian Literary Magazine

Promoting Liberian literature, Arts and Culture

This minute break the rules to make an
engineer and Heaven will smile.
This is my humble plea"
He opened his eyes to his ultimate
dismay
every eye was flooding
The teary teacher apologized and
promised
him his help
Later at home, his Mum, took the exams
question paper
In a gentle voice, she asked, “how did you
do it?”
Now he is a civil engineer
An award winning poet
...and the author of this particular piece
.

These chains are ruthless and heartless
Tied I was in a hold, in darkness
To breathe the air of strangers,
These chains, these chains strangled and
lynched
Leaving me scarred, impotent.
Religious and moral they claim to be,
Hypocrites all; who criticized my struggle,
As I traversed land, home and foreign
Debating, appealing, for the rights of
oppressed race,
My Consciousness has brought me back
to the chains,
But these chains I have cut and tossed
away,
These chains I tossed away
I definitely declared my freedom from
any chains.

© by Clifford Oppong Benjamin

Renee’ B. Drummond-Brown
Terry Komanyane

Prince
“Sometimes it Snows in April”
Today ‘wuz’ ‘wanna’ ‘dem’ ‘daze’
When ‘dem’ Doves Cried
Purple rain
Purple rain
Purple reigns
But ‘den’ again
‘Dats’ the sign
O’ the time
‘Dat’ ev’ry body can’t be on top
‘Dat’ pop life
Got real funky
And the 21st
April shower dropped
Purple rain
Purple rain
Purple RAINED!!!
Prince
Life got real ugly
‘An’
I guess
Like MJ
You had ‘dat’ space to fill
If it ‘wazn’t’ you two

THESE CHAINS
These chains, chains that shred my soul,
I’m bound to chains of command.
I’m Harnessed and