His dreams sell cheap at the corner shop.
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saaleha
I am a writer and photographer (look up my work on www.shootcake.com) based in Johannesburg, South Africa. I have an MA in Creative Writing from the university currently known as Rhodes. My writing accolades include winning the 2014 Writivism Short Story Prize and the 2020 Ingrid Jonker Poetry Prize for my debut collection, Zikr.
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He buys a dream and a loaf of bread for his family every day.
His dreams are exploited and an empty hope is sold back to him on TV.
His soul is sold cheap in front of the TV.
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