Base, slap, tone

My fingers aren’t made
for strings to strum,
And for all the trite reasons
to slap on a drum;

A hand on the hide makes
it easier to find,
a beat for me to
leave this march behind.

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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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