I Poem by Kondwani Simwaba

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I is the ninth letter in the alphabet denoting the next after H in a set of items and/or categories; it is a pronoun used by a speaker to refer to himself or herself.
I, can separate a team like an Island or Isle and be at loggerheads with Argentina without grace and mercy (Messi)and still miss a penalty, so I, is for Iceland.
Big products begin with I: IMAX, IPods, you know I-phones and so do the worst apparently: Idiot, Inability you know Ineptitude.
We can all live heaven on earth and be inhabitants of Ibiza and probably eat Pizza, but no one ever goes far with the I mentality except for we, like agreeing at everything in French; so we need an ally to apply ice on our heated egos and maybe then we could comply to the rules of team play so no one can ever cry alone like loyalty will never die.
With no Law to defy well, I wanna have so much money just to go honeymoon shopping in Dubai, why? Because I wanna treat my Queen like Hair and die for her or maybe just try for her because if she ever leaves then I'll cry for her.
I is deadly because an eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind; perhaps that is good because then we would see no evil and no more voting because politicians always lie, and with no education how do these youths hope to elevate in society? I guess through weed then because of unemployment this is the only thing that can take them high; I am leaving this world for India, so I am off to Mumbai.
We are all equal you know idem per idem; so why can't Artists work together yet opt to live in division like African Countries and you wonder why this continent remains a perpetual beggar; I implore you to incinerate your egos and be iconic to iconify or iconize the industry building strong bonds like Iron and still (steel)abandon pride like Mufasa protecting Simba from the scars of individuality.
Ideas are bulletproof, but it is idiosyncratic that Artists are not identified with ignited thoughts the irony; this idiopathy remains inexplicable, it's no wonder the poor people's voices remain inaudible I guess.
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