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Jerry kizuwili Oct 2020
Am a mile away from you, let me know am always welcomed
Give me reasons to trust you, let me know that the attention you show me isn't the same you give others
Let me know we both feel the same way, that your heart beats as fast as mine
Tell me all I need to know before I fall.
Jerry kizuwili Sep 2020
Guide me through the dark
Am not as strong as I seem
Catch me if I fall
My voice is not always found
Take me by my hands
Am just scared most times to reach out
If my words ever hurt you
I never meant any of it
And when you see me alone
Don't walk away leaving me all to myself.
Jerry kizuwili Apr 2020
When you look at me, what do you see?
As others, do you see fear or strength?
When you hear me sing, what to do you feel?
Does the sound of my voice cause you pain, a kind that makes you cry or does it remind you of the existence of happiness.
When you look at me, who do you see?
One  trying to find herself or one who doesn't want to be found.
When you watch me sit alone having an unknown expression on my face, what emotion build inside of you?
Could it be told in words or its as unknown as mine?
I just want to know, what is it you think when you look at me.
Jerry kizuwili Apr 2020
In times like this,
When the world is scared and people grieve
When the streets are empty and fear roams instead.
And people stay in their homes and listen
Some rested, others hoped.
In this same world, people prayed others slept
Some fasted, others ate and grew fat.
Someone out there mediated cos it seemed as the end of time
Some took this time to reflect, others got hunted by the darkness.
In this same time, someone searched for light and a heart was healed
Others thought differently, fearful,  meaningless, toxic ways with ideas of its simplicity.
People united, one heart, mind, goal until the danger ends and the world is healed.
Jerry kizuwili Feb 2020
The size of my room suddenly becomes smaller even to breath is difficult. The walls compress against me, a weight is on me as each day got me closer to earth. My doors has being shut, the bars of my windows are rusty and the room is as unkept as one who went on a long journey, its mist is tho you could cut through. No one comes in, no one goes out, its just me between walls..
Jerry kizuwili Feb 2020
As I choose the path of faith, I realized I was no longer bound. The shackles on my hands and feet's were broken and this new master of mine doesn't call me his slave but his child..

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