Be Grateful
In a world where slavery is a mercantile trade
remember to be grateful to your legs
though they limp
I shall remember to thank my lips for the tired yawn
that activates the nerves each grey day
though they reek of charred tobacco
I shall remember to thank my lungs
for purifying my soul while walking on grass
though I pant when I miss the elevator
Membranes beyond the nose
for safe ventilation
eyelashes that gag emotions
the kneecap for play and prayer
you're a deal
Copyright © Kilalo Mwashighadi | Year Posted 2017
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