Maurice Kamau Poems

Yesterday I sat
and toured my past
To have a chat,
With myself,
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I won't paint myself white
I, of the dark clay
And my pottery too
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Africa is beautiful
We are losing her
And her skin tells it all
And the mind too
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My people,
Never believe
That i was last seen with a woman
when they tell you so,
...

I ate the slice piece
And swallowed the coin
I didn't pay
My life paid for me,
...