Bendetta muema
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ACCEPT CRITICS
#poetry ACCEPT CRITICS You have eyes but I tell you to act blind You have ears but I tell you to act deaf You have mouth but I tell you to act dumb Humans will call you a poor farmer Because you borrowed their jembe Do they know it belonged to one of your farm men? Humans will call you an helpless sick brat Because you told them about the medicines you know Do they know how man patients you've rescued out there? Humans will call you a school security guard Because you told them that you norm...
MY BEAUTIFUL PUSSY
MY BEAUTIFUL PUSSY🥰😾 #poetry #Catrina Aaawh! Look at catrina Meow! That's how she talks She has never changed One thing and so attractive Her hairy warm skin Catrina! Choosey and habitual No bone-meals Ever killed a snake No! She is a saviour One exuberant dawn She rescued a chick from a buck Catrina! My beautiful pussy Pussy sleeps a long long No! No! Catrina barely sleep for an hour Up and active for her duty Catrina! My hairy pussy A rare breed of cats When she meows It's either wa...
MORE TO WHAT MEETS THE EYE
MORE TO WHAT MEETS THE EYE #IglooOnHeat There is more to what meets the eyes A vendor who sees a prospective buyer When a man with wallet counts a few foreign currencies That don't trade with the home market A vendor who wipes for a passer-by And a passer-by who sees vendor's fruits And hides at the corner Phew! He whistles and runs away with them There is more to what meets the eye A drowning man who sees a life-saver A diver swimming technically A woman who saves life with a dine Hey! Help m...
NOT A GIRL OF THE CROWD
#poetry Girl in the crowd #CONFESSION💯 Crowds! Oh! Not a girl of the multitude For many years it tore me Crowds squeezed my breathe Walking felt like transfixing me All eyes on me And the best I could do was walk Walk wishing to never go back But suddenly I hear my name No! Not the girl of the crowd Should I obey commands Stand at the podium for testimony All eyes devouring me And before I'm doñe A man in white like monks head cover With a big file like his bald head calls Junita Andros! S...
WHEN A FATHER DIES
#poetry WHEN A FATHER DIES I won't ask you whether it's painful Nor will I ask you for how long you mourned All I want to ask you is, did you also die? Did you also bury a part of you with him? I won't ask you whether you healed Because I can see your scar I won't ask whether you miss him Because I can see you are still waiting for him to call But I'll ask you to tell me What it feels to mourn for a living person I know you don't like it But I'll ask you not to give any reason to die with y...
A PLACE I CALLED HOME
I have a lot to unfold Sometimes for a little to hold Some bad memories untold Somewhere humanity was sold Somewhere I called home Making nickel out of melt lead With bottles without a single lid They all expected me to lead With instructions to heed Somewhere I called home Six siblings needed to feed Vegetables made of weed Lord this is all I need Don't multiply this fateful seed Somewhere I called home I may need a string and hook Fetch fish for six of us to cook Be strong and hey! Look!...
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