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Kiwalabye Collin Dec 2020
I have all the faces,
Tacked away in my black subtle tunic
A face for beauty and splendor
Or treachery and despair.
A triumphant face,
A face of a victim,
A face of a boss,
A face for it all,
So take heed
For when the time is right
I will be your worst night mare.
Or your night in shining amour
You'll never seem me coming.
For I am what I am,
Amorphous.
Kiwalabye Collin Jun 2019
Dear mother,
Do not hate yourself for your children's shortcomings
For you gave them wisdom in their youth,
But they hardly listened.
Do not grow weary when he's admitted for drug overdose,
or restless when he refuses to work
Be concerned, but please do not cry,
For they are grown now,
If they haven't learnt by now,
then they'll never be.

yours truly
The son who listened to you.
Kiwalabye Collin Mar 2019
He looks at her
She smiles
He buys her lollipops and new shoes
He buys her dolls
He lifts her up against his body

And the crowd doesn't care
Because he's her ankle
And she's his niece
She's young, beautiful and cuddly
She's pure of heart
Sure she has learnt a vice or two,
The concept of deception, a sliver of selfishness
But that is not her true nature,
She only turns to it when frustrated.  

He's broken but no one knows
He's twisted yet no one sees.
He's eyes crave for the untainted soul
He's mouth waters for the callow spirit
He lusts after her

He grooms her, day by day
Lollipop by lollipop
Gift by gift
Hug by hug
She's blind to all this

She comes to the hospital with a pain
She says it hurts below the belly button
The doctor checks with his probe
He looks at the screen with the black and white picture
Hes does not believe it
Its impossible, It cant be
He cant say it
He doesn't want to think it.

She's quiet
Tears rolling down her eyes
She wants her mommy
She wants to be in her arms
It's where she feels safe

"Give it to me straight Doc.", says her mother.
Doctor, "Mum, your daughter has PID".
"What does that mean Doctor?"
Doctor " That she has an STD."
"But she's only 8 years old,
has not had glanced at her first mini blood bath"
Doctor, "And yet here she is, violated."  

Why
But why
What have you done to her
You ruthless man,
You were supposed to be her uncle

Hope lost, emotions crippled
Only 8 but feels ashamed, esteem broken
She'll never love, will always be broken
Yes, now she'll forever be , emotionally impotent.
Ruthless man, you were supposed to be her uncle.
Inspired from a man who sexually abused an 8 year old girl.
Kiwalabye Collin Sep 2018
A preacher on Wednesday night
A fornicator on Friday night
A candle in the darkness
And yet a wolf amidst the flock
Who am i

Yet not guilt do I feel
Wading through the motions
Effortlessly, like falling rain  from above
Emotionless, like a brain dead elder.
Who am i.

Am i simply the unfaithful husband
Am i the hypocritical preacher
Am i the lad with a disociative personality disorder
Am i the devil
Who am i.
The poem is inspired by a preacher who wins souls during the day but is devoured by the beast at night.
Kiwalabye Collin Jul 2018
Oh My God
Have you looked in the mirror lately,
You Glow,
The world doesn't need the sun,
Because its already in your eyes.

By Kiwalabye Collin

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