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Best Poems Written by Chikumbutso Muyepa

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Do the Math

You can minus the clothes
Divide the legs
Add in a bed;
Get a VCT so diseases aren’t spread
Use a rubber just incase
You multiply; and he breaks your heart like a vase

but don’t take my word for it;
DO THE MATH
Use a calculator
She says, 
She’s got a perfect figure so guys try to measure
They try to calculate her
They wish to divide her heart and never leave a remainder
I whispered in her ear and told her
Don’t let a fraction in, cause bad boys will ditch you and then 
COCK-YOU-LATER.

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Gate Crashing

Half your time spent 
stuffing bags in the ceiling
but the face of corruption 
is surprisingly appealing
I remember asking;
Who has the keys to this 
cash gate
The one the finances the 
cashier and his fat date
the one that keeps the 
orphan clinging to his 
round plate
for him days are a blur, he 
can’t remember when he 
last ate
so who really has the 
keys, the keys to this 
cash gate
you think you know who, 
are you sure?
This same one that 
separates the rich and the 
poor

I saw a crowd the other 
day;
They were stuffed in a 
lorry
Ecstatic and jolly
I heard them scream 
Amayi.
and I thought slowly;
who had they seen
Madonna perhaps or 
Angelina Jolie
Come to rescue another 
orphan, they deem is 
treated poorly.
Then I thought again,
Why do they refer to her 
as Amayi,
Why didn’t they refer to 
the late one as Abambo.
Declining Malawian 
mindsets are doing 
nothing but falling
and Frankly its appalling.

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Warrior

My mother is a warrior
Her favorite weapons are pans and pots
My mother is a worrier
She worries a lot
She worries if I will ever be free
From this tyranny disguised as democracy
She worries about our nation’s decree
She worries if her son and daughter will ever get a degree
From UNIMA

The UNIMA in me
Keeps me blinded to see
That if I fight the system; the only one hurting is me
Like punching a wall when it’s 5 degrees
Celsius
So Dear God, Help us
See 
That this dictatorship is from overseas
Imported like overgrown peas
Black eyed and cheese
They imprisoned our minds and will,
I am
Donated a couple dollars to pass a bill,
From Sam
So homosexuals could walk on our streets
With they’re overly tight skinnies 
and fake Dr Dre Beats.

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Black Jack

Life screws us all__so in 
that sense, its queer
In a white neighbourhood 
not far from here
 I once knew a boy
Jack was his name, so 
innocent but coy
To Jack life was amazing
little did he know he was 
trapped in a maze in
the backyard of hell, and 
the core was its basement
so when he realized he 
jumped up in amazement
still carefully trying to 
avoid the cracks in the 
pavement

his mind tries and 
erases__
the weed head on the 
train__blunt express on 
their faces
not everybody looks-at all 
or seems what they be
wish they could drop 
books and ball__like 
teams on TV
to be or not to be__ 
hamlet cried for attention
Shakespeare said was the 
question
but in the absence of life 
there’s surely death, was 
worth a mention
so here was Jacks facet__
join in to save face or 
back out and get braces__
cause surely he would face 
it__now he’s stuck,
faced with a solution to 
the problem__he is 
BLACK !!

he stays all_pen 
minded__ink stains on his 
brain
slowly making its way to 
the cells in his vein
like a prisoner he froze 
from the cardiac arrest__
poker faced__like a spade 
on some waste
the surgeon shoveled his 
way to the heart in his 
chest
he yelled heart here I 
came__I mean come, that 
was dum
but thank God for the 
heart opening surgery
by passed the corona
(ry)__instantly had a 
change of drum
__new beat to his heart
and that was just a start 

Portraying a fake sense of 
freedom
Lucifer came to 
Jack_sons from the 
kingdom
so born again his old self 
had to moonwalk and beat 
it
__cause his word he 
couldn’t feel it 
His soul HE couldn't heal 
it
the suppressants of this 
world made him numb
a bullet proof to his son
but thank God for his plan
 HE shot for his heart, 
perfectly aiming the gun
that’s how Jack stopped 
feeling himself__
that’s masturbating for 
fun !!

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Abused

ABUSED

I beat up a bottle of 
sprite the other day,
No one complained
They just said “oh what a 
shame”
like bro that was lame
Pick up a pad—let’s play a 
game
It’s called puff puff pass
The winner gets chemo 
and a transplant in the end
and If you’re lucky—
the bonus is you get to 
bury a friend

Un-amused I said
I’ll skip the puffing and 
pass
I felt abused but alas
I heard a bottle, cry out 
loud
and in no doubt proud
I saw a man strangle it
Foaming at the tip,
The man now guzzling it—
Its insides were thrown 
into a pit
I stood there helpless and 
ashamed
and I’m not proud to say
I witnessed a murder that 
day.

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Brown Eyed Brows

This might sound cliché 
but I’m in love with your 
eye
—brows,
I particularly love the way 
they just sit over your 
eyes 
The way they salute—
Slightly curved but acute
When you want to say Hi
and when it’s time to say 
bye
they just slumber and die
In fact—
It’s difficult to tell if 
your face is intact
Your temple wrinkles with 
a frown
Eyes turn shadowy brown
Cheeks drop
—Lips pop
It’s sad in the cutest way
but that moment changes 
the course of the rest of 
my day
You’re eyes can stop 
shining with pride 
smile can inverse or take 
a couple bows
but no matter how much 
you tried
-- you can never mask 
those beautiful brows.