Mbusya Wa Mbusya Poems

I refuse the gospel of white versus black,
I refuse the idea that african god is a quack,
And that the genuine god looks like a white,
And that white is representative of right,
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Know, if, there are steps on the grass, it's mine
Slow, listen, if you hear heart throb, it's mine,
Flow, on, till you miss me to point of tears,
Throw, every caution and pick what matters
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Please come home,
Tis heart's now a boom,
For kiss once again,
Regardless of the pain
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I left the new clothes in my hut,
I wore a tattered jeans and a hat,
My first step almost broke my heart,
The oxen of Joe pulled me in a cart.
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I'M LONELY😔
When I missed her,
I wrote her a poem,
But she was so far,
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What if we lose the track home
And I take the wrong long one,
What if you arrive after I am gone,
And nobody knows the path I took,
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There's a place they repair broken hearts,
But it is a journey that needs flights,
They say just listen to inner voice,
And then Walk towards the sunrise,
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Dear butterflies,
I am the grass tuff by the edge,
It is nearly September and dry,
The soils have dried and cracked,
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You'll know it is over,
When ceramic pot cracks,
And the ink pot falls,
Wind will blow the paper...
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The day I lost my tooth in a fight,
and I spitting blood felt the worst,
But I won the fight and felt the best,
But then losing all to get all wasn't right.
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