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Martha Mwenda Poem
Dirty purity
Pure insanity
Filled with philosophy
That is who we are
Relation in need of clarification
We try to stop it but it's already in our veins
We're stuck on its ashes and contained within it
But still we call it love
It's hatred
Its pain
It's a loss and a gain
A den of emotions
A place with commotion
No ease only devotion
Devoted to death
Still with the mistress of life
Can not escape it
But still we try to fight
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Martha Mwenda Poem
Her beauty ever blossoming
Heart so cold still she warms me
Beams as the sun and moon
I await to see you soon
Peculiar nature
In love with every second of her torture
Her beautiful elegance
Eyes of magnificence
Lips so pure and intense
Melanin dark and unruly
Glimmers of hope truly
Her perfect imperfections she sings
But love to me she brings
Do not toss your crown
Bless me with your loveliness in sound...
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Martha Mwenda Poem
Full of anxiety
A perplexed child storming in me
Bad in the crowd
Hardly present heads in a single cloud
Outcast defines my whole entity
Filled with obscure philosophy
Trapped in constant lunacy
Undivided emotion hidden in my subtitled brutality
I devour myself
I feel uncertain and unsafe
Persona non grata shall I be
Will i cross the shame and find me
Unknown unloved is me to all
Insanity the only feature I have to show
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The pain has always been a motivation
An ally needing no clarification
I found peace in it
Trapped in the confined places of my heart the ones that go deeper than my soul
That is where i find healing
Though i take it by force i promise I'm not stealing
If it's kill or be killed this time my sorrow will not let me be the victim
Even so i believe i will not kill them
Death will be too easy
Must i let it go
No this time i won't take the fall
I believe torture will suit them all
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I was looking for peace
But still i can not find it
Now I'm trapped in pain
and loneliness controls me
I tried to escape but the walls devoured me
It's a curse that blesses me
A thorn that soothes me and a pain that heals me
No place to hide for still it finds me
I'm caught in time the one that binds me
But it stops for a moment
Just to sigh and look at me
Physical embodiment so fit and calm
And my spirit with pain goes numb
Stuck in the middle of the hurting and pain
Will i be saved or am i just a constant player of the game
Copyright © Martha Mwenda | Year Posted 2020
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