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Poverty

When I look at my house Which is made of grasses Which I live with insects I remember you poverty My marriage with you Which I must end When I look at my clothes Which are made of rags Which are old and toned I remember you poverty My marriage with you Which I must end When I look at my neighbors Who are thirsty and hungry Who inherited poverty from their ancestors We remember you poverty Our marriage with you Which we must end

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Abed Anthony

Date: 6/18/2015 11:41:00 PM

I appreciate your work of creativity, Where by the communication in your poem make and live a footprint in my heart. The poem gives me strength to work hard. If you wont mind let us be friends_From ARUSHA Says, ABED.

Francesca Almonds
Date: 6/22/2015 7:54:00 AM

I dont mind at all. email me : fransie1811@gmail.com

S.Zaynab Kamoonpuri

Date: 6/18/2015 3:13:00 PM

Clever poem on poverty. Yay poverty needs a divorce wow yes. Thumbs up. Hey nice to know u r in Dar too and u r tanzanian. Im indian livin in Dar Tz. Ahsante sana. Karibu. Ndiyo watajiri hawataki ku toa msada. Wana chezea ela. Hope my swahili is gud. Take care.

Francesca Almonds
Date: 6/22/2015 7:56:00 AM

hahah thanks Zaynub. You made me laugh. Your swahili is good enough I have read your work , its beautyful

Lucas Mkude

Date: 6/18/2015 4:25:00 AM

Yes i must end my marriage with you.....nice piece Francesca.....keep moving

Francesca Almonds
Date: 6/18/2015 4:32:00 AM

Thanks Mkude. upo dar ?