KUDZAI Poem by Julius Chingono

KUDZAI



Kudzai,
when your first birthday passed
without a word
without a symbol
you kept quiet;
and when your second passed
without a present
without a party
you kept quiet.
But when your third birthday passed
you made your own car,
a mud car you drove around,
making your own world,
making your life with care
at the closed gate of privilege.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Alison mujati 12 April 2018

You are good pal, keep it up poet,..i think you may also like my set of poems 1 nymph 2 neophyte,

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