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Marilyn Shila Poem
Dear Nanny I wish for you to stay,
Stay and see me glow and grow old
The bond between you and me is unbreakable
I wish my home was your home
Those sleepless nights you hold me in your arms
Singing incomplete lullaby with some words swallowed with the big sleepy eyes widely opened
I wish my home was your home.
Waking up seeing you is still the sweetest memory
Your secret cuddles gave warmth to my bones
Your love dwells in my heart and inspires my soul
I wish my home was your home
My thoughts told me you were my mommy,
Thinking that my mommy was the nanny
Because every second you had me on your back
But I realized raising me was the source of your income
I wish my home was your home
Your smile and purity fooled the reality
The laughter and songs made me feel at home
I remember you used to kiss me secretly
So that mama won’t yell at you
She says your mouth stinks but what I smell is love that genuine love
I thought my poop was nice to smell with that smile on your face whenever you changed my diapers
but the smell was not that entertaining for now I can honestly smell and throwing up is to come
I wish my home was your home
That you could have stayed longer
And I would have bought you a house if that was your dream
Giving you a better life that was my dream
And writing you a poem is what I can afford
Copyright © Marilyn Shila | Year Posted 2023
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Marilyn Shila Poem
How beautiful is the rain
that flows in my veins
from the sky to my head
and falls down to the thirsty ground
When I speak listen says Rain
but they don't understand me when I talk
and they talk loudly with noise
and I sing a lullaby for those who listen
and cool the night with each single drop
Freshens the air and the weather
Regulating the temperature of every being
Creating beautiful smell from a wet clay
Hurray to the rain animals sing God gives water
Hurray to the rain farmers sing God gives food
Hurray to the rain nature sings we will all grow green
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Finally I am wearing my white shiny dress
Everyone around the world will see me on media
I’m getting married with the man of my dream
Whom I vowed with only death will do us apart
A new home a new neighborhood
New duties and responsibilities have a family to lead
This is the life I have been dreaming of
And changes are always part of life
On our 10th anniversary not as happy as the first one
I don’t care much of where he goes and when he comes he neither does
Living as friends that’s the best way to describe our relationship status
The presents he buys are not as exciting as those we had before
Why? They didn’t tell us that affection would collapse
They didn’t tell us love would also fad
But many couples look happy on pictures
But pictures are not an actual reflection of the reality
But few survive they say love, understanding forgiveness, appreciation and tolerance,
Is the reason for their survival
Our ancestors know better than anyone else
Learning more will help us survive.
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My pen write
My heart speaks
Of how my soul appreciate that one strong man
Full of dust from head to toe
Pushing those heavy wheelbarrow
To earn for a bread
Whose hands are those it is his family that awaits, awaits for him to share the bread
My eyes have seen
Of that wonderful woman
Who’s turning black not only black but black as charcoal
For the sun has no mercy for her beautiful skin
Day and night with the bucket on her head
She also believes a day in her life will be brighter than yesterday
That she will no longer inhabit the wrinkles on her face and the cracked legs in her beautiful body.
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Rain falls
and we fall in love
rain brings calmness
And allows love to reign
Rain speaks
and we communicate
rain brings comfort
and sings us a lullaby while we sleep
Rain cleans the muddy heart
Sweet words create a fountain
A fountain of love that flow
Through the livers of affection
The air is so cool
The body needs to warm up
Make some baby Rain says
will cover up the sounds of the manufacturing industry.
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One day I’m gonna fly
I promise the sky
I do not know why
But I’m gonna try
For my dream will not dry
Because I will not die
Until I touch the sky
To myself I will not lie
Copyright © Marilyn Shila | Year Posted 2024
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When it rains I sing
I sing a beautiful lullaby
For my two little birds
And my greetings it conveys
Million of miles away
With million of drops I pray
So it could reach to the day
Glad to see you I will say
My little beautiful daughters
I have enough faith
That day will come and,
I will hold my two beautiful birds
And sing the song
That I sent the rain to sing
To my little cutie birds.
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Brethren I write to you
I Understand I wronged you
And did not believe in you
I gave the enemy my ear
Forgetting what was our nia
A wish that our ancestors shedded blood for
Disunity easily scattered it
My heart is bleeding not knowing when it will end
My eyes are flooding with tears
My arms are trembling with fear
When I realize I pointed a gun at my brothers
A wise man once said I’m not free
Until my neighbors land is liberated
Let’s join our hearts and hands to build a bridge
That will bring everyone to the light and liberty
The hands that will flee the enemy,
The enemy that have occupied our territories
They made us starve while we have food in the farms
Tanzanite in the mines and oil in the field
Not only oil and fish in lakes and ocean.
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How do you expect me to say
that I don’t remember the day
When you tied my leg in chain
It’s hard to burry the memory
For my scars still mourn in pain
The life is still the same
they just changed the game
And gave us new name
But the scars still speaks of the pain
They say actions speak louder
than the words of mouth
We have seen enough but our ears never heard
We were wonderfully created our color never had stains
Your today’s laugh should not make you forget of yesterday’s pain
But heal you and heal you completely.
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All alone sitting in the train
Shivering not because of the cold
But the fear the fear for loneliness
I can’t see my mama
I want a hug
I want to lean on her lap
I’m feeling pain
My stomach
My head
My body
I fall down and unconsciously sleep
Little boy where is your mama ?
Little boy are you okay?
Heard the voices as an anchor in a cave
But could not speak
And my heart said
Mama told to wait in the train till she comes
and I wait and waited
As we approached the destination
His life was also ending
falling asleep and not able to wake up
I am sad my mama never came
And nobody came to pick my dead cold body
but happy for they gave me a home
that I am forever living in it.
In memory of: "The little boy" died in the train in 1855
Copyright © Marilyn Shila | Year Posted 2024
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