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Best Poems Written by Samuel Sikanga

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Not So Dear

Dear exam
Sincerely I don’t hate you, I just don’t like you
To be fair, I don’t think anybody does
You issue countless threats in the name of tests
A series of poison in carefully measured dosage
Administered by well-trained ‘motivational speakers’ who apparently knows more about my life than I
They mean well I can’t deny
But the way they sugar coat high blood pressure, depression, diabetes and serve it with a smile
I can’t help but think they are in on it
Thinking about you is sleep depriving
Preparing for you is depressing
If I die now, I’d go straight to heaven because you’ve scared the hell out of me

You have me working so hard to earn your approval
Failure of which I prove to be a nobody
My parents believe in you, how you got them to is beyond me
They have bet my success or failure in life on you
Every mark I score, every grade I get reflects a future
A delusional believe that you can bring a fortune
But you and I both know that is not entirely true, is it?
Anxiety attacks and depression are a possibility
Ulcers and paranoia are a guarantee
But the sad thing is, all this anger and pain, is because I flanked the last paper
And I’m afraid, I’m so afraid of my future.

Mathematics is a headache
Economics is a heartache
Biology is a sweetheart and pass it am certain
But last time I scored an E in religion, I had to wonder if I was satan
History is past tense, I buried it with legends
Gave my undivided attention to geography, but damn it’s hard as a rock
I loved chemistry, till I saw you in it
You are such a mole, I even lost the concept
My spoken language is perfect, too bad it can’t be reflected when I write you
I mean…how do I see gray in black and white?
You are so small but the ripple effect is seismic
Instead of helping you just here to tease me.
I hate to tell you that I told you but I told you
I don’t hate you, I just don’t like you.

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Last Song

THE LAST SONG
The beat to this song is clear but the words are faint
The lyrics are heavy I can't afford saying they are written in my heart with indelible paint
If I keep quite it will cause immeasurable pain 
Should I join choir and sing like I was sent, should I worship like a saint 
Should I talk about sin or should I narrate the things I have seen
Should I shout like nuts knowing am completely sane
But this song is so real I can feel it healing my broken soul
I have a feeling this song has broken the glass ceiling and I am sailing as I witness the the great healing 
Families will reunite to listen to this song
Orphans will identify with this song
I can't be wrong because it's been long just reminiscing on this song 
Song of broken hearts and broken souls, broken huts and broken homes 
Splattered pieces and broken wholes 
It's about pills and portions evoking fake emotions, this song is about white girls and black alike
Many faces white and black facism, young and old people fighting racism 
This song is about martyrs who grew tired of autocracy and got retired early 
The beats are hard symbolic of the struggle 
The words are soft and consoling 
This song is like fire burning
This song is like pepper itching I keep running and running  
But it dwelth in me
This song is not racist 
This song is tribe all
This song is beautiful not sinful, its clear to the artist
Unclear to the atheists it's true to the course 
This song is about Christ going through assault to save us all
This is the last song that was last sought by prophets and philosophers 
Jesus, caessars, Socrates...
This song is the last song of a lost soul.

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Not Perfect

NOT PERFECT
God, my life is an open book and you wrote it
I am sticking to your script, sometimes am overly neurotic
But I pray you give me a sign
My ways are so dark,  give me a sun
I am too blind to read in between your lines
Give me insight 
I need to discern between good and evil 
I need to love me as I do people
I need to treat each as an equal
I am not perfect I have sinned 
Been swayed by the things I have seen
My eyes been accustomed to images so obscene
My tongue has lashed torrents of unspeakable speech
And sometimes drinking what I preach
Sometimes ignoring what you teach
I have broken your commandments and am now seeking for amendments 
My paradise has turned into a menace 
Full of people with no respectable manners
I come to you with my head bowed 
I come to you and if allowed
Let me serve you God
Let me direct my effort for good
Let me be thy servant for when I stray 
You will always take me by the hand and show me the way 
Let me see you when I pray
Let me see a challenge when I fail
Let me spring to my feet again when I fall
God I am not perfect 

I have seen evil in the eyes of men
I have erased hope in the eyes of many
I have drove crazy the totally sane
I have send the innocent from womb to tomb
There's blood on my hands I need cleansing 
My body is your temple, I need fencing
Like a prodigal son I need forgiving
The world is falling apart and only you
Only you can restore dignity in the lives of humanity
Only you can save us
Only you can save me 
I am not perfect

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Invisible Angels

INVISIBLE ANGELS
They were just fingers on the ground searching
Scavenging for little scraps, a myriad of foodstuffs that has lost its taste
Some very expensive leftovers that just turned into waste
Their backs sickle-shaped, living on their knees begging
Their faces-their faces can’t be seen, because they are covered in sin

Glue bottles glued on their noses
Pants hanging from their would have been waists
Torn bottoms exposing a pair of soot covered scratched goose bumped bony buttocks
Their faces still couldn’t be seen because they were covered in sin

Once in a while, a stranger or two stops by for charity
A couple plates of food and drinks, with their cameras penned up
Announcing to the whole wide world their selfish attempt at altruism 
For those very few minutes when they act like they mean it
I can see their faces
Crooked smiles of yellow teeth, beaming hollow eyes and outstretched hands
Reaching for a little taste of a paradise they couldn’t have
For that split second, everything is right with the world
But as the strangers tail lights disappear, so does their faces
They go back to their savage ‘livity’ of eating scraps and throwing feces 

Politicians don’t manifesto them, they don’t vote
To keep the city clean, they are not allowed into the CBD
Bad publicity it seems
They walk in the shadows, the cant be seen because they are covered in sin
Sins of their fathers,
Sins of theirs leaders
Sins of the government and of the country
All these burden weighs them down, on their knees every day, fingers scratching, scavenging…..
They cant be seen, because they are covered in your sins

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Stronger

STRONGER
Even with broken wings I will keep flying, painful as it might be I will keep trying
With broken legs I will keep walking when everybody is silent I will keep talking
Watching evils happen around you in silence is being an accomplice 
I will not rest until I have had all the missions that I set out to do accomplished
I'm only human, so I will get tired
This job is not my grandma's so I will get fired
But the fire burning inside me will not let me rest so I will fight
Haters love to hate so I will give em love
From my iniquities and deep inside my pain's where their profit is
If they wish me failure I wish them success and will see who the prophet is
I'm not perfect so I have wronged and left the right people
But I don't harbor any regrets, I don't suffer in secret, I don't hide behind a charade of holiness when inside I don't have a shred of tenderness 
Preaching water and drinking wine, stuck in a labyrinth of debts but breathing fine, telling the truth but still appearing like you lying, smiling with your teeth while your face is crying, those ain't characteristics of mine, unless statistics are lying
But however much I floss, I got flaws,  a couple of skeletons up in my closet
I might be wrong about everything I just said but am right here and am strong 
I was born again and am grown
Having said what I had to, am gone. 
                   SIKANGA

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The Unicorn

THE UNICORN 
 Her giggles tickles me
Her eyes sparkles blooms of roses, if wishes were horses I would clone a dozen of her
She has an aura of elegance and poise 
Her charismatic and charming smile is the ambience that sets off the mood for love
Her white teeth rekindles dying flames
She has a glowing spirit of a Jedi, everything she touches turns to gold
Some will call her Bambi, because of her incomparable beauty and her curvaceous body or her alien booty
She is worth a character in fireside stories
Her name is Lisa, now listen
She is my muse
Amused?
I am used to using soft music in the background as I paint vivid pictures
Vivid features
Just like cupid teaches
Metaphorically, she is Hellen of Troy, she can destroy empires just by a snap of her finger
She can annoy a convoy of peaceful sub members and bring confusion to monks
She is a spectacle
Her voice is like a smooth country song for homestretch 
I would listen to her all day 
She moves like a contemporary dancer
Her touch can cure cancer
And to someone quarantined somewhere in some corner, her kiss can anti the virus; corona 
She is intelligent, and God fearing
Inside her slim and perfect body, is a big heart
She gives more than she receives, blessed are her hands
She listens more and talks less, wise are her parents
She is not like some parrots who won't let a man think of a lie, and that's not how you keep us in line
You just can't keep a man from lying
Back to Lisa, 
She has no drama, you wouldn't even know she's a baby mama
Educated and classy, she still knows how to hold a hammer and respects it
Spoiler alert, she doesn't even exist.

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Forever My Girl

FOREVER MY GIRL
I had a girl, she was one of a kind, she was loving, prayerful, playful, she was kind
Me, I was kind of a mess, so without knowing I pushed her away
All she needed was a man,  I behaved like a boy
It's funny how forever can sometimes be a thing in the past
And the most clean move can show people dust
Nlisakasaka happiness but still smiled like I was 
Of course I wasn't, how could I be okay,  yet I was better with her
Nlicheka na watu, nlichoka na watu nlismile na nje ndani naumia
Niliregret Juu, haikunicost kua nae, ilinicost kumuacha
What you don't know doesn't kill you till its gone, then you realize you had something great going and it starts killing you
It kills me to think I had her and let her go
She still feels me now like she did years ago
But every time I ask her to come back to me she says NO
A man ain't supposed to cry but I'll be lying if I deny that I don't cry sometimes
I wish her happiness but I wanna be the reason
If freedom is this painful I wanna be in her prison
But this too ain't forthcoming however far I look into the horizon
The azure sky assures me pure love but then dark clouds approach like giant spiders and form a web of darkness
A wave of pain surges in my chest as I drift into the oblivion of sadness
I swear am completely sane but if this goes on any longer am gonna succumb to madness
She loved me and she left me, reason was entirely me so I wouldn't call her heartless
I can go on and on about her all day because her greatness is timeless
But it hurts me because I blame myself for the reason she left
It never dawned on me but I can now feel the pain she felt 
Wherever you are girl, just know that you will forever be my girl. 
                        SIKANGA

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Broken

BROKEN WHOLE
I watched her walk down the isle
Fragile figure, weakened by the weekends she spend
Kissing different frogs till her lips are pale and dry
The colored lipsticks are almost peeling off like the paints on an old building
The collared padre asking her if she does reminds her of the pains
That she is so much trying to hide
The tears that she is so much trying to fight
The love that she is so much trying to find
All wrapped up in one broken groom
She has swept all corners of the nation like a borrowed broom
She has been hired and fired, used and abused, amused and reduced
To nothing
All she wanted was tall, dark and handsome money
But all she needed was a good man
What she wanted clouded the judgment of what she needed
That’s why there is no wise advice that she heeded
Right now all those regrets are deeply rooted and hidden
Killing her slowly and silently without arms
The padre asked again
She looked up into the eyes of a perfect stranger and saw love
Felt guilt and said…I don’t
Silence swept the auditorium like an evil spirit
Questions 
Too many questions ran through the minds of the congregation
Nobody spoke, not a word was uttered
But there was a buzz of conversations running through the minds of those present as they looked at each other
The unspoken hate
Needed no support with the spoken words
You could see from their faces 
The air was so tense like a ticking time bomb that was threatening to go off at a slightest provocation
If only to serve as a consolation she continued…I don’t deserve you
You have shown me love that no one ever deed
But as much as that’s all I ever needed
I am too broken for you, I…sshhhhh
He said, say not another word, you will be breaking my heart for nothing
Nobody is perfect, but I see perfect in your imperfections 
Just hold my hand and I will do the rest
You have been through a lot I know and that’s why you need to rest
Let me be your home, let me protect you from the storm
Going down on a knee, he posed the million dollar question
And drove the point home

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Call Me

CALL ME
Call me when you miss me
Call me when you all alone and you want to kiss me
Call me when it's hot and you want to freeze me
But don't call me when you are low and you want to tease me

Call me when you are sure that you feel
Call me when its real
Call me over for a meal
But don't call me when you have been hurt and you need to heal

Call me sugar call me daddy
Call me darling call me honey
Call me bae call me hubby
But don't call me just because of my money

You can call me when you are free
You can shout from on top of a tree
You can call me by the name of my ancestry
But don't call me just because you want a treat

Call me when you earn
Call me when there is none
Call me when you want 
Call me when it's raining and you need an umbrella 
Call me when you have the beats but you need accapella 
Call me when you think you can put up with the life in a trailer
Call me when you think it is not all about 'hela'
Call me and I will be there 

Call me when it's blue
Call me when it's true
Call me when the feeling is good
Call me when you think I am cool
Call me when you appreciate what I have been through
Call me when you are not too busy thinking of you.

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Benefit of Doubt

Maybe, speaking out failed so I chose silence 
Maybe, peace didn't seem to be an option so I chose violence
Maybe I don't sleep because all I hear is sirens
Maybe I'm careful with because I have been without
Maybe you hate me because you don't know what I'm about
Maybe they lied and you believed that  because it was that good
Maybe what you think is rude is just tough love
Maybe she is trash, maybe she is the best girl you'd ever have
Maybe she is a mess just needs some quick fix 
Maybe you better off judged by twelve than carried by six
Maybe instead of crying over spilt milk, you should pick the glass and walk away
Maybe he parties day and night to skip the nightmares
Maybe she is shy because she was once bitten
Maybe life just revealed what was once hidden
Maybe they've been hustled by men of cloth so they live like heathens
Maybe he smiles to hide the pain
Maybe he cries walking in the rain 
Maybe he's happy for real, you wouldn't know how that feels
Maybe it all don't make sense because its stupid 
Or maybe it sounds stupid because you just 2 bit
Maybe he's not crazy he's just woke
Maybe he's not stingy he's just broke
Maybe his ass is guilty as 
Maybe just maybe he didn't do it. !!
Maybe its going too fast, slow down maybe get to know each other better
The broken pieces, maybe they can't be fixed
Yeah maybe they can
Maybe I'm not black just been in dark places
Maybe you sad because you just too kind
Put your heart on ice from off your sleeve maybe
Or maybe just be you, because you is all you can be 
I'm just saying judging might seem easy 
But if only you could see the build up