Bonnetvanture T Asiimwe

Rookie (25Jan 1986 / Western Uganda, EastAfrica)

She Was Above - Poem by Bonnetvanture T Asiimwe

A cold shrinking thing she was
Wallowed in humid soil
In cold shivers and whimpering
Clenching her teeth.
Head lost in the gullies
Of the pulsating head nerves.
The woolen sweater rolled up yet loose
As if was on a stick flame

On her face were marks
Of never ending struggle:
A custom she well knew.
Why suffer so?
She never wanted shame
As long as she lived.

Days in and out she continued
As the leveler ate deep
People watched
She melted away
But her work:
She never dismissed
Till when flat she lied.
Persistent nerves broken
By deaths pride
Then
She relaxed
Leaving the world above
In the hand of enemies
Who will come to mourn in mockery

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 12, 2009



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