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Nailah Kanyingi Poem
Crack!
It was the first time I'd heard
The sound
So hauntingly beautiful
So painfully pleasing
It felt like
My lungs were giving out
Like towers of melodramatic dust
Crack! Crack!
The faults spread out all over
A mosaic birthed in the process
Mismatched pieces
Of love and hate and need
Scattered in my chest
A kaleidoscope posing for a heart
Slowly my ears fall in love
With the haunting warning sound
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Third time's a charm
The pain in my skull
Throbs in rhythmic sync
With the one in my lonely chest
An addictive melody
Like the ticking of a bomb
Cra-!
My battered tattered heart
Has given more
Than any heart should
Yet
My only regret
Is not having any more
To give away
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I look in the mirror
There I see the prettiest girl in the world
For all her curves and edges
She sure is a sight for sore eyes
She knows her beauty is a weapon
The sharpest she could ever wield
Certainly mightier than the pen
Sharpened only by her brains
She is a force
Defeat a distant acquaintance
Nothing that stands in her way
Ever lives to see another day
Brick by brick
This girl built herself up
With help from passers-by
Who didn't know it was an empire they helped build
The girl in the mirror
Is content
In a shoebox in the street
Or in her mansion up on Wilbery Street
Cause she got that inner peace
Rosè on the roof
Designer handbags year-round
The newest wheels in her driveway
Is the only way she rolls
Prayer sewn to her side
Jesus tattooed on her heart
The Holy Spirit her only confidant
Her faith her foundation
The girl in the mirror
Thinks of her faults
Like brush strokes of an artist
Perfect in their imperfection
She is a masterpiece
No need of change
Rich in health and in wealth
Gorgeous on the inside and the outside
The girl in the mirror
Is the best part of me
I feel lucky to know her
Maybe one day I'll get to be her
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Nailah Kanyingi Poem
I promise to love you
Love you with a love so strong
No mountain, nor hill, nor forest
Could stand in our way
I promise to cherish you
Cherish you like a man in the desert
Values every drop of water
Because he knows how precious it is to him
I promise to care for you
Care for you like a mother hen
Minds her little hens
Who she would die for without a moment's regret
I promise to love you
With a love so strong
I promise to cherish you
Like you were my only hope
I promise to care for you
For you are my home
But you must remember
None of this is forever
If Love's death comes to pass
Before Death comes between us
We will be forced to go our separate paths
For I'm only here till Love's death do us part
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Nailah Kanyingi Poem
Before you get married, my child
There are a few things you should remember
The most important being
To always tend to your farm
You should look for a tool
That makes you sing for all its worth
That doesn't break when the ground goes hard
And is as light as if it were part of your hand
Be careful not to pick
A useless for its beauty
Or a worthless one out of pity
For it's the sharpest you'll need
To cut through the weeds of life
Beware, my child, of over-friendly neighbours
For their shoes are laced with weeds
And their tongues are laced with lies
Which will sprout in your farm
And bring you much harm
They will try to rob you of your chosen tool
With the allure of grease and oil
Be ready to fight their deceitful charms, my young
And keep your tool steadily at your side
A time may come
When the rains refuse to fall
And the sun blasts you with all its got
For even the skies will envy your work
And wish to dampen your hope with rust
Have patience, my lovely one
If drought takes root in your life
And use your spit if you have to
Nothing is forever
At the end of day, night surely comes
Pray that your soil is always fertile
So that many good crops you may grow
Make sure to sing their praises for all to hear
How greatly this child of mine has been blessed
Take good care of your tool
And learn to work with it side by side
Polish it every night
Clean it when it gets grime
Be cautious, my little
Working in the farm takes a toll on your body
It will leave you with scars from moiling and toiling
Open your heart and let it take freely
Till you're sapped dry and it's healthy and breathing
When you get married, my child
Your farm becomes your life
Guard it with all you have
And the tool you choose
With every fibre in your being
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A thief, a murderer, an arsonist
Before all these I was someone’s child
An embezzler, a liar, a con artist
Before all this I had big hopes and plans
Yes I did it
That I don't deny
But what gives you the right to decide
If I'm worthy of my life
Pretenders are worse than murderers
Yet you sit so highly on your horse
Perched pretty on your saddle
I, not worthy of the scum on your sole
Throw stones and leave me for dead
Like you've done so many others
What goes around comes around
Soon it'll be your glass house
There goes the bell
It's time for the daily head check
Let's see how many of the ones you condemned
Have found their way to death
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Ameituliza nafsi yangu
Mkuu wa yote duniani
Iwapo nitapoteza njia
Najua penzi lake 'tanipata
Anivite kwake, aniite wake
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