Ndina Kamaro Muofhe Poems

Eloquence time hunts
Elevating souls like stairs in a mall
Deranged moments of blood spill
Freedom and death equated
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She became a golden bone amidst ferocious dogs of sharper teeth
Her beauty turned into a burden she loathe by the mirror
When it rains, her tears are blood streaming her pain
The last piece of hers showered in shame
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I would speak of love as a token of my appreciation
My worth becoming a first step where my foot shall land
Though I can not withdraw myself from the world's extremities,
Also, I would not purge my soul to feed such
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Now I narrate when I am calm
The rage is a folded paper
With limited space for us to write about us
And our beauty beneath the sun rays
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When eyes choose to see
They blend in what they like
And curse what they hate
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The land we belong to
Here, became our prison
Nothing of a new essence
But fingers cross paths
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Stories are written by time
Words adjust, and they filter some moments
They remain unsaid
All by choices words chose to pick
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Rough streets of terrain motherland
Engulf many pressed in yearns to live
As they perish in streams of tears in struggles
We can not rebuke her to mourn
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Everyday is a fight
Many want to quit when hard it gets
From physical, power shift to mind
That's why there's no time to surrender
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