angella wangari kariuki Poems

he planted me,
desolate i lay
with no pal too
well! he lay me
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there is a cry on my pillow
i hear every night
it tells me to suffer in silence
and fright
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I was born my father's grandfather
i spoke of days that speak
i exited my shelter of nine months
i took up the hoes to till the land
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some time when you look to the sky, it is all grey
and some time when you look to the sun, it is all black
then some time you look to the smile on a face, and it is wrinkled with a frown.
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i loved them all in their own way
they brought variety and sustenance one way in their own way
the excitement is not understated in one way sin their own way
simply none in their own way
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take your sorry with you, and face the inevitable,
i am done taking stock. building inventory of 'i am sorry'
sorry i called you a liar,
sorry i believed your friend, when she said 'she is no good for you'.
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have you ever forgotten how to be you
i have
i became a coward a LIAR
i lie even to myself
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Tell me who told the story.
the story, of a girl who cried and shed no tears.
tell me who told the story of a girl,
who shed no tears when she cried.
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my tears make me cry,
my laughter makes me laugh,

a creak at opening door,
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scented with rose
swathed in silk
draped in satin
sweetened in caramel
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