priscah Mutswenje Poems

In the middle of the African medal map
Sits Kenya, an expansive breathtaking beautiful bright chap
Hooked and booked for life that overflows its tap
With streams, hills, and valleys that perturb
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It is never enough until we get where we want to be
HUMANLY I believe that is or is it just me?
We may hide and side with spiritual leaders
Not that you fall on the wrong, or that it matters
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It soothes when it sinks deep into us
It soothes when it sinks deep into us
It fools when it holds our words
It steals our breaths
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On a misty morning, she rose up
There lay smoke at the top
Florescent light were fully covered
In the cold dew and thick flog
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The moon is down the sky
It picks a thick blanket
The rowdy town filled with silence
A hoot sharply descends from hell
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Today
In the pretty prostitute
I saw the eminent embryo
Of my nation
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Man, you determingly hate my face
You scornfully curse my personality.
Convicting my confused race
Through the power of the great creator.
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By the beach
I sat to wait for my rib
Whom my soul loved
I raised to seek for his face
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The road was messy
With awful weather
The ride home was boring.
As the rat bounced on a stuffed mouse
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Shepherds, you receive condemn
From the worried, scared flock
Displeased by its conscience
Poor in individuality
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