Brian Bwesigye

Rookie (7th, November,1987 / Kabale, Uganda)

Images - Poem by Brian Bwesigye

My nails are dark with dirt
And my face flooded with sweat
You refuse to take the hand I offer in love
I shall therefore not join hands with you
For unclean hands make you uneasy

Though my heart is cleansed with love
You say that shall not matter friend
For those who have clean nails
Have clean hearts too

You claim that nobody shall prove
How clean my heart is
For I am rejected due to my nails
And so no one shall know
How my love can be sweet
For it is only in my heart that my secret of love is hidden


Comments about Images by Brian Bwesigye

  • Rookie Kyomuhendo- Ateenyi (6/10/2010 2:46:00 AM)

    Clean lines over there. Brilliant piece. Creative mind! (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Brian Dorn (6/9/2010 12:17:00 PM)

    A purposeful message with highly effective 'Images.' Really well done! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 9, 2010



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