angella wangari kariuki

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The Landmine

he planted me,
desolate i lay
with no pal too
well! he lay me


there is a cry on my pillow
i hear every night
it tells me to suffer in silence
and fright

Born My

I was born my father's grandfather
i spoke of days that speak
i exited my shelter of nine months
i took up the hoes to till the land

Some Time

some time when you look to the sky, it is all grey
and some time when you look to the sun, it is all black
then some time you look to the smile on a face, and it is wrinkled with a frown.

My Bed

i loved them all in their own way
they brought variety and sustenance one way in their own way
the excitement is not understated in one way sin their own way
simply none in their own way

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