Richard Phiri
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They say men don't cry
Then does that make me less of a man
Man try telling that to my virility
I feel my own thoughts are constantly at war with me
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This is my letter to future generation,
To Whom It May Concern. Dear future generation this letter I write to you
I write to you with a heavy and contrite,
bruised and full of regrets and now am used to this feeling I guess,
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I wrote my letters to you and i wrote then with black ink its quite sad,
I wrote my letters to you and i wrote them in bold so that you could capitalize on my luck of discretion and finally assess the situation arriving to an obvious conclusion that i needed you back, see
Without you my heart was bleeding and i wish i had written my letters with blood,
The paper wet and brown from the salty tears that fell off from my eyes as i cried for you, see i felt pain and rage but with the pen i had to stay gentle,
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Its four past midnight,
The sun is yet to set but its already dark, and i find myself shuffling my way through this narrow road filled with dust,
Slowly, slowly i'm trudging my way home face down with a lot of stress on my shoulders,
The nibus clouds clad the sun raise as lightening flashes right before the thunder
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I wasn't quiet conversant with the literature so I had to break the rule and find an,
Unorthodox way of writing poetry because my heart desired to be expressed
So these are, Heart-felt feelings encrypted in words and that explains why I speak with so much intent,
To the extent of shading a few tears when am reciting these poems because at times I feel as though the wound is still fresh,
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I was 18 when i first confided in a piece of paper and my pen was present to give testimony of what transpired
And there i was,
all alone seated on the edge of my bed with a note pad to take note of what i was going through
And with a leaking face
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I belong to the tribe of Judah
The bold and conquerors
I belong to the continent of Africa
My roots trail back to the mfacane
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between space and the earth,
am trying to find base for these emotions
between the grave and life,
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The picture is still vivid I remember every detail of it
Reminiscing gives me chills, I still experience the same thrill
adrenaline rush through these veins and a bright smile on my face
I was still young
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Richard Phiri Biography
Richard Phiri is a young and ambitious Zambian man with rich dreams. I started writing poetry end 2014 and this has been my passion ever since with no signs of giving up the pen as it have helped me give up the pain i have gone through, poetry is more than just an art for me, i take it as therapy, a way of expressing myself fully holding nothing back. It's a medium i use to give my opinion on matters, tell a story, encourage somebody and above all talk about issues that really matter. With with art i intend to reach greater heights even the sky won't be the limit)
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Still In Line
They say men don't cry
Then does that make me less of a man
Man try telling that to my virility
I feel my own thoughts are constantly at war with me
It is said another man's head is another world so mind this is my planet
And you are welcome to take a stroll
Walk through these streets and through these walls that echo my every thought
And I thought it would be wise of you to carry your torch because it's pretty dark in here
But anyways you can always face your fears
Now here's some info
I don't mean to alarm you but the atmosphere here is a little bit tense
Gravity here is not as strong as on earth so if you don't watch it you will fall
And above all
You will need more than just oxygen to survive
To survive you need endurance, perseverance, hope and most importantly God
And i have been through it all
Do you see that bus stop over there?
Its one of a kind
A mythical one and rumor has it that the bus which stops there takes people to their destiny
And from the moment i found out what it does i have be waiting ever since
But i confess it's not easy
Because here queues don't matter the first can always be the last and with my two naked eyes have seen those who came before me get a ride
And when its my turn to do so somebody always shuts the door
In my face and i swear it hurts
These obstacles are flirting with my patience its thin am afraid it will fall and give in am holding on to a tiny thread of hope
My destiny hangs on to a rope
Fingers crossed i pray it don't snap
Too many dead ends in my pursuit make me think of giving up
But just when am about to hit the quit button am reminded that's how God builds character
Yes my faith is on a test because am feeling like Job right now though lacking the similar tenacity My life been in shambles like the aftermath of a natural disaster or calamity
These lips have kissed disapointment before i am familiar with the taste of defeat
I know what anxiety is
and the frustration of moving without knowing where you are going
And the only thing that keeps me going is the hope which comes from knowing that God is on the drivers sit
So i sit calm and allow He to take the lead
I believe one day i will catch the bus when it does stops
So yes i am still at the bus stop
in the queue, but am next in line
Now tell me do you still believe men don't cry?
If yes then you should see a man who's dreams are about to die.
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