A ROOM OF MY OWN


Carpeted, cushioned, well lit.

Clean water flows on demand.

Six ceramic mugs stand by

to hold my choice of many teas.

In the heat and dust of war

another woman, in a tent,

has no cup, no spoon, no tea.

She has a hungry child.


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