DorcusEvelyn Mbaruku Poems

She opened up,
All that was hidden,
Sides that have always been covered,
Her dark outside,
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A mother holds her child's hand, walking stealthy,
For the heat have their feet scorched,
Everything burns, the sand too,
The little one's feet are swollen, staring....
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Grant me the bravest Almighty,
That I may take another round,
And not to despair in the tempest, I need a rockmade in it's pound,
Right in my ribs' chest, where your love is found,
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