Ingratitud Poem by Titto Mutunguti

Ingratitud



My looks thrive in goodness.
Yet I am not Mr. World Kenya.
My Singing is just on key
though not as Alicia Keys'
I write lovely poems
Yet still,
Not as the phenominal Maya Angelou.
I try my best,
To beat my best
With a genuine heart
And a heart of love.
I try to make you feel loved,
To make you happy.
Still you are best at what do.
Identifying in my best the worst.
It hurts so much.
Would you ever stop?
Would i ever sing you a song?
Would i ever write you a poem?
Not again.
With every effort,
You crush my spirit.
Not me, Never again..
Maybe Maya would.

Tuesday, March 15, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: gratitude
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