Hot, Still Hot
I didn't run out of words
My tongue is too heavy to utter
These that are mushrooming out like fungi
So when you see me silent
And you flowing
Just know
I am too noisy than you at the moment
Copyright © Muhereza Rodgers Roger | Year Posted 2014
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