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Ondigo Kizito Poem
If nobody knew me.
I could varnish to the thin air.
Dine withe the unfair.
displine the cute ,uphold the ugly
And
Walk in you like oxygen
I could smile to those who care.
And be helpful like pathogen.
If..
If no one knew me.
I could breeze to the deepest ocean.
And
Bath in your soul.
Could denounce demons clean.
Could be a phenomenal idol.
If.
If no one knew me.
Could change like day to day.
An amicus of dare
And
Tell fiction.
That defeats friction
If nobody knew me.
I could dance naked.
In a million micro second
Could be ordained marry ,and de-marry..
Could not hurry
For time could be me.
If no one knew me
I could use my unconscious mind.
To make the rude kind.
Magnify the blind
Preach from behind.
If...
If no one knew me.
I could be me.
Like a spirit.
I could be you.
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Ondigo Kizito Poem
Inequity....
I'm thinking loud.
Who spreads the clouds.
Like the courageous coward.
Guards the mighty from the crowd.
Who will fight for Boychild
Who.!?!?
The creator created a father.
Like a magnet to gather.
He was lovely but lonely
Like a glutton..
He wasn't satisfied either...
So God made a mother.
To hold a tall order.
But The more I grow older
Am seen as 'another'.
But they dont bother.
All they see is my sister.
As if am not human either.
Who will fight for me, Boychild.
When she thought lesbian.
Foundations from Africa to European.
Let's help the kin.
Lets broaden the chin.
Male and female.
A motivation I tell.
The skies could clap.
The clouds went a lap.
For they plastered the gap.
But who will fight for Boychild..
I am turning gay.
But that's smiles okay.!!!!
From arctic to Arabian.
Nobody has a say.
As my heart.
I give to a similar lad.
Obscenity of a lost brat.
Soon I die like a rat.
But nobody cares.
Cares for me being lost.
Like a Christian ghost.
Who will fight for us, Boychild.
Our top scenery.
*A third boy to two thirds girl.*
Fighting for the multitude.
Who can't fight for themselves.
All I see is denial.
I taste betrayal...
I am hungry,mum feed me.
I am tired,dad carry me.
I'm in a battle,I lack strength.
Rescue me.
Who will fight for me, Boychild.
When I'm finally gone.
Tell me I tried....
I tried to be manly.
I tried to be whole
I tried to tussle.
But I was overplayed.
I was over-comed
My senses conned
For I lack a fighter.
For I have enemies too.
I have male friends,who...
Lack like me.
In denial like me.
Although right to us.
Accused the rule of nature.
Who will fight for we, Boychild.
@mama
Soursoul
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Ondigo Kizito Poem
If my tomorrow comes late.
Keep our secrets.
Don't listen abait.
Dont blame too late.
Let flowers blossom.
Dressed like a groom.
Pray out of doom.
If tomorrow comes late
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