Can You Fix Me? Poem by Kondwani Simwaba

CAN YOU FIX ME?
Windows wide open in the night; as I lay wide awake with terror in my eyes hoping for a knight; I fear my own misdoings, my lies and secrets have embedded in me a sense of profound fear beyond relevant; a topic in my room that's not up for discussion, like an elephant, in my room. I plan to take these so clandestine secretes to my tomb; I am enshrined with over excessive pride to admit that I am broken; I need help or atleast someone to pick me up in my falls like Victoria; I don't wanna pretend to be the capital, when we both know it's not me; like Pretoria; I am a contrite spirit let me warn you! So careful when you come to me; for there is no loving me, I am broken; there is no trusting me, my secrets are not outspoken; but if you are convinced I am the one, then you better ask yourself this: Can you fix me?

Wounds lay uncovered as I expose them to the sun; I've been the cancer to your perfect plan, not sure if I could be called your son; see! I've made you shed tears, maybe blood too; like a bad movie you wouldn't desire to see my part two; see! I pretend to be alright but when the night falls and the serene wind blows, in the midnight when the moon glows and like a lonely wolf my beaten heart growls; I am broken, though I stand firmer than a blue gun tree; I am distorted, though I speak English finer than old wine; I am helpless, so I ask you once more if you think I am the one for you; I ask you with terror in my eyes and blood dripping from my nose; I ask you with tears in my eyes and a crack in my heart, can you fix me?
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