For Stella Nyanzi
This year,
I could have chosen contentment
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A sweet tongue is needed to express this sensation.
If I am going to be that tongue,
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On this day called sat or day;
on this rough chair I find myself.
On this long road of thought,
i journey.
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Let me ride my bride on my ride.
It's been so long I want to fly.
I've crawled this path; I want to walk.
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I look up to the (F) irmaments.
I see the heavenly bodies (A) rch.
The (M) ere pleasure (I) n its beauty I feel.
I am left like (L) eaves the wind has blown.
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Dark clouds; Bright world.
Eyes closed; only to this world.
The real world dwells behind my eye walls.
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Freedom, as an Illusion.
An illusion is a wish
To excite only the timid.
Open the inner eyes
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If its love, words cannot express.
If it is love, tears form the ink.
If it's love like love,
Lie rules like the sun in the day.
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