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Allan Mwiti Poem
I slowly crush it between my fingers,
Can it be harmful?
I roll it to just the perfect size,
Can it be guilt that I feel?
I think of a good spot to hide,
Can I let anyone know how I truly feel?
I walk past my neighbors houses,
Can anyone notice me?
And cross the open field,
Is it worth all this trouble?
I hide behind a tree and squat,
Is it true? Can it be real?
I close my eyes and take a deep breath,
But can it be?
I light it up and take a puff,
I should have thought twice,
I’ll never touch it again,
The substance that cost me my life.
Copyright © Allan Mwiti | Year Posted 2019
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Allan Mwiti Poem
Dear universe,
Teach me the universal language,
Religion is for the believers to share, science for the doubtful to see and believe, history for the wise to learn and magic for the dreamers in pursuit of happiness.
Mathematics is the closest we come to understanding the language of the gods but numbers remain an unsolved mystery and the alphabets form a bridge between worlds. I like to think that art is the universal language; where all unite in the music and disappear as memories passed on from generation to generation in the form of stories.
Yours humbly,
xoxo
Copyright © Allan Mwiti | Year Posted 2019
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