MaryVivien Namata Poems

Before the sun rise she stumbles in the dark
The light of the day is the fire which burns her hands
Its dark she knows but the light has to shine
The pride of being a mother to her young
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Knowing you i die more
Not knowing you, i'm dead without you
Within me i deeply know
Its not loving you that pains more
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Darkeness circled the cave, slated with sting of death
The gloomy clouds thundered, the sun too afraid to shine
Evil ecstatic about its dinner, the innocent murder of my LOVER
Will i ever see HIM again i pondered
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It is not the corners but the color
It is not the duties but the beauty
The black buttons sound better
Ts the cry of my Africa
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I asked HIM for HIS pitcher;
'HE said no i cannot give you my pitcher'
I asked HIM for HIS pitcher
'HE said no, but i will take you to the river'
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