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.
Thursday, April 12, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: birthday,car
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8/28/2026 1:40:15 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
You are good pal, keep it up poet,..i think you may also like my set of poems 1 nymph 2 neophyte,