Mitta Xinindlu Poems

MY UNBORN LITTLE ONES

I see your smiles every single day.
I keep thinking of the things that you will say.
...

My happiness depends on your love;
Dreams and goals would not have a meaning
If by you I was not found.
When I stumble, you let me fall;
...

Poetry is neither life nor soul.
It comes to life when it is no longer a definition.
It is a formation of words creatively stringed together.
Poetry is not the song or music that you feel.
...

A woman.
Born to lead the world but settled for a second place.
Born to birth children; nurture and teach them.
But settled to share the responsibility with a man.
...

We prayed for seven days.
But, by the last day, we still needed more days to pray.
On the first day we prayed well
by the well.
...

The blood that I shed
due to your abuse
had life.
And everything that has life
...

I've given you my tears,
sweat,
and blood.
You stole my heart,
...

Political love;
Dangerous and sealed with lies.
Day in and day out,
I lost count of the number of crimes
...

Yesterday I was given time.
I got to know it its prime.
The ticking sign was there;
it identified my inner scares.
...

My fellow African,
when you look at another African,
what do you see?
Do you not see the reflection of yourself?
...