Audrey Kanyera Poems

Africa is calling, come mwana come.
Ululating village women have their arms open, ready to embrace me.
The cracked, dusty African earth is ready to receive my footprints.
Africa is calling “halala”.
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I am an artist;
Pen and paper are my instruments, with them I can voice ailments and amusements.
Nature is my inspiration, I write with punctuation without any denunciation.
What I cannot express in speech, I express in writing.
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The hand that calms my soul.
I am poetry
The brush that paints my feelings.
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Mine is a story of love and laughter;
A tale of grief and tears.
Mine is the life of a free spirited soul;
The existence of a caged spirit.
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Dear me, hear me.
Though life brings disappointments and sorrow;
Forever, you cannot feel hollow.
Yet you may many a time hurt;
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Taita
“Taita, taita, taita” we sing together;
When they screamed, “you can’t”;
We dreamt, “we can”.
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You have it all figured out;
Except life aint just black and white.
You have it all in a plan;
Yet life isn’t just a cherry plum.
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The breeze murmurs softly to the trees
The trees swing gently in the rain
The rain taps soothingly to the ground
The ground, like a drum retorts dum, dum, dum, dum
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This pain that I feel goes deep;
Oh I cannot even weep.
This pain that I feel is oh so sharp;
In my mind it feels like a warp.
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