The sun glows
the same color
as my skin
as sunflowers
as happiness
but why
does the color of my people
the color that means joy
the same color I'm proud of
be the same reason that
you measure my worth
and the weight isn't in gold

sedang ingin menulis
tapi tidak ingin disebut puitis
saya gamau, terkesan najis

tapi saya masih ingin menulis
gusti..
lantas harus apa?
hanya haha huhu cinta yang melintas
saya gamau, terkesan najis sekali lagi

hobi sekali
menulis tanpa arti
percuma kalian mengamati
penulisnya saja tidak bisa mengerti



dasar otak angin.

She squeezes her eyes to the tiredness
  and you think you need to sleep, sleep and sleep and then I wake up and I'm tired.

I am mama Africa, mother of humanity
My soul flows in all people in all places
I am Queen of Shebah the essence of beauty
You see me in people, people of all races.

I am mama Africa yes, I'm the Ashanti Gold
look at my jet black soul, I am forever young
I am ancient, dark, golden glorious to behold
Akwaba my children, sing me the Ebone song.

I am mama Africa, I gave birth to Mozambique
See all my plains spread from ducor to Cairo
Green my fertile soil, dark my soul so unique
I am mama Africa, roots of mount Kilimanjaro.

I am mama Africa, adorned with wealth infinite
Watch my strides, I represent perpetual grace
Hear me my children, cease to fight and unite
Come all ye spirits of Uhuru ,all I want is peace .

The invasives tell us to
     go pound salt,
     fill a rat's hole with sand,
     play in traffic,
     fly a kite,
and, essentially,
     ****** off.
The Mau Mau didn't hear:
Their ears were stuffed,
Their tears were gritty;
Uniformed marauders
Commanded them:
     go **** yourselves.
It's hard to respond
With your head up-side-down
Near the ground
As rifle barrels pound
Sand up your ****,
With your mouth spitting
Hour glass grains.