I have left my tears with mourners
At the mourners' bench,
Letting my eyes dry off like a
river.
I am ready to walk through the path
Where sorrow lost its strength to fight,
To flush every hurt and pain like
a grody ****.
I have a class head who calls
me dumb,
A friend who greets me
behind closed doors
And waves me off at parties
Like a listeriosis carrier.
Sometimes, I did think me a night
A snail that crawls at every first rain
Expectorating at fate like a
Pregnant woman,
Laughing out my essence in bits
And life is leprosy.
Should I tell of my fears and worries
Hunt me randomly under the naked sun.
How my shadow usually awakens me with
Slaps when my mind travels offshore.
I am a star who shines within,
The brightness reflects on my mirror
And my neighbours.
I have been pregnant with dreams
That had robbed me of many a Christmas dress;
Each birth is a Marathon race.
Now, I will accolade myself in blues
And blacks like Agama Lizards
To smile hope in storms.