Simbarashe Raymond Mudukuti Poems

The devil was at work this day
I remember the wicked thoughts I had planned
I had planned evil but not of this intensity
This wasn't my production anymore
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I met a friend
She was from a foreign motherland
Her face like the diamonds of Kinshasa
With a smile so perfect like the lands of Eithiopia
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My dictionary has no one word to describe Paris
Her face smells the aroma of freshly baked Muffin
Yes she is My Heart Beat
Meet the Paris of my life
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I ain't intellectual like one of the suburb folks
This me here ain't no baccalaureate
Nor was I born with a silver spoon or any other silverware
I live in the ghetto
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As I near the crossroads
These fools following
Had a nice time at the pub
These thugs want my 50 pound watch
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This ain't true
At the end either I'm going to betray you or you will betray me
But either way one of us is a traitor of love
Don't get the wrong idea
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9 moon falls of agonizing pain
Swollen feet
Hormonal imbalance
Weird eating norms
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How good am I at hiding my pain?
Stored behind figurative words
Sodomizing verses and stanza to quench my thirst
Claying potting these words
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I'm a visitor in this technologically advanced empire
Everything is just comparison
Back home not even my best street match their worst streets
The atmosphere is different
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Even my own family no longer considers me a part of them
I have been gone for a long time
This world ain't easy
I am from an African family
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