Tshifhiwa Given Mukwevho Poems

Hard times taught me how to walk.
Toes of my feet grew sore, slowing my climbing
But since the sacred duty of progression
Kept fondling my ear I had to keep going.
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I know that as I huddle in this dingy corner
weeping over spilt honey
some gloat at me
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I rush into your arms
for vibrations of warmth and comfort

I turn my back to go my way
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I try to strike a relationship
with you

The next thing you approach my wife
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Jail was land of my sojourn
for a decade

Now out of it all
...

I see a moon in my uncle' house, when he sits alone
repairing a pair of his brown boots

And it tells one
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