Masharia kanyari

(Kenya -East Africa)

Poems and Jewelry


I massively used to covet your girl,
How I swore she was special,
The sun rose from her ebony eyes,
Her laughter sedated me like morphine,
She charmed me in profound ways,
Whispered to me all manner of things,
You know? What women say to lovers,
Said she was going to marry only me,
That even your money couldn't make her care,

My goodness! she was mighty good,
She was pure magic to be specific,
You served to predict her every need,
As far as that goes; you beat me to the punch,
I wrote her notes- as only a writer would,
Wrapped subtle messages in my vocabulary,
Still came up short for being naive,
Either my rhymes couldn't match up to your jewelry,
Or poetry doesn't work on whores...

Submitted: Thursday, July 03, 2014
Edited: Thursday, July 03, 2014

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  • Colleen Courtney (7/10/2014 10:29:00 AM)

    Haha! Whoa! Actually, even with that bad word I still love this poem! Lol. There are always going to be girls out there who will choose money and material possessions over love and kindness. Take heart though! Those women will never be truly happy! Have to add to my favorites list just for the creative brilliance of the piece. Well done! (Report) Reply

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