Traitorous Thoughts Poem by Anitah Muwanguzi

Traitorous Thoughts



While at war with my traitorous mind,

chastising my thoughts for venturing where I would rather not,

and doing this back and block dance;

throwing this wool cloth

over those confines of mind whose counsel I reject,

I am slapped by the beauty about me

that I so often absently brush off like the pester fly,

and rushed by the wind,





I close my eyes,

simply inhale the brush

touch of cool crisp wet and dry wind,

while embracing the delights my eyes devours.



Kampala is a beautiful place I gotta admit,

all those lengthy greens,

warm blooded and well meaning people

so often plunged down

into the chains of questioning their humanity

clashing with need and poverty.





So traitorous thoughts,

whisper once more to me

those sweet nothings that remind me

of how much I should be thankful for,

but this day reject what is not right

because that is a conversation

we have had more times than I can count.

Traitorous Thoughts
Thursday, November 26, 2015
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