Mbusya Wa Mbusya Poems

I refuse the gospel of white versus black,
I refuse the idea that african god is a quack,
And that the genuine god looks like a white,
And that white is representative of right,
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Know, if, there are steps on the grass, it's mine
Slow, listen, if you hear heart throb, it's mine,
Flow, on, till you miss me to point of tears,
Throw, every caution and pick what matters
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Please come home,
Tis heart's now a boom,
For kiss once again,
Regardless of the pain
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I left the new clothes in my hut,
I wore a tattered jeans and a hat,
My first step almost broke my heart,
The oxen of Joe pulled me in a cart.
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I'M LONELY😔
When I missed her,
I wrote her a poem,
But she was so far,
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The dust had settled down,
That August was memorable
But I spare the very details
Lest I cry River of tears,
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When I drive my black hobby,
In downtown streets of Nairobi,
And girls of east side see me,
Everyone want is to holla me,
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Poor Liberia
Something was bestowed on me,
By the Admiral himself,
Right on the war front,
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You'll know it is over,
When ceramic pot cracks,
And the ink pot falls,
Wind will blow the paper...
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The day I lost my tooth in a fight,
and I spitting blood felt the worst,
But I won the fight and felt the best,
But then losing all to get all wasn't right.
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