Brian Bwesigye

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

Open Theft - Poem by Brian Bwesigye

While I stared
You soflty entered my chest
And as I held my breath
You moved your hand behind my rib

When I became conscious
I had no heart inside me
As you moved
You moved with my old only heart

So as you opened your lips to speak
I had no heart in me
When you walked in my face
You modelled with my heart

Your conquest was smooth
Too smooth that I could not complain
Of the open theft
But had to check at the doctor's for a transplant

When I went for consultation
And told my counsellor of the conquest
He heartily laughed at me
Wondering how I could be robbed so openly

But when he saw you
He started trembling and shivering
And I reminded him
To guard his herat or else he loses it

I do not care how many hearts you have stolen
But I plead with you
To put mine on top of the others
So when you peep into the store
You see mine first!

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 21, 2010

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