Teenage Mawuto Poems

no seats were present
only a hundred words were invited
in the romantic air the words floated
the words were never silent
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invisible dead souls stacked in a corner
whispering in a language of the grave
three famous last words waving goodbye
emotions of a nurse packed
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I remember it all
The moment I was born
I was like a copy cat
When I saw mama cry
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like judas
who sold christ for money
the people of this world
have sold the earth for money
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this affair is dangerous
what if someone sees us
& tells the prince about us
my life will turn into an anus
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