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Virginia Kamau Poem
When I was young,
My mum bought me a black barbie doll,
I wanted a white one,
I cried and tried,
to convince her to buy me a white one,
all in vain.
she gave me no reason,
and it remained like that.
I never used to take care of Barbie,
Never used to comb her hair,
Or dress her up,
until one day,
When I looked at her skin,
it was like mine,
her hair,
it was like mine,
she was beautiful,
she was like me,
black in all aspects,
she had brown eyes,
red lips and was curvacious too,
I realised how beautiful she was
and named her BEEBEE,
I started dressing her up,
combing her hair,
and marvelling at her beautiful black skin,
I once heard that,
The darker the berry,
the sweeter is is,
I kept her away from too much sun,
too much rain,
I took care of her,
I was so afraid,
She would start fading
and become white or light brown,
she would no longer be beautiful,
she would lose her originality,
she looked so like me,
but I was prettier
my skin was darker,
more rich,
more beautiful.
If she could hear,
I wanted to boast,
of how I was more curvacious,
My skin was much richer,
my eyes were bright brown,
I wanted to boast how,
I can work most night and day,
Multitask and still find time to play,
I wanted to boast of how
I can speak my mother toungue
I can sing and dance,
I can dream and accomplish.
I wanted to boast aboutall this,
but she couldnt hear,
she was just but a plastic doll,
A beautiful black plastic barbie doll,
Her name was BEEBEE
I'm grown now,
I'm woman now,
I see now,
What mama tried to teach me in silence,
Why she refused to buy me,
the white barbie,
it taught me much,
am so in-love with myself now,
because I related with BEEBEE back then,
learnt my worth,
realised my beauty,
inside and outside,
I bet they were talking about me when they said,
the darker the berry,
the sweeter it is.
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They call me Leo,
Leopard is my full name,
I live in the jungle,
With my family and kids,
and we get to have fun,
I Love the other animals but,
I cant deny the fact that,
I love killing gazelles,
zebras and all animals that are edible,
It's the only way I can survive
in this cruel environment.
I am a carnivore,
a meat eater.
I sometimes wish I was a Herbivore,
a plant eater,
like gazelles or Zebras or cows,
I sometimes wish I was an omnivore too,
like humans,
like Mr. Kamau,
I could be eating plants and animals,
and I would not kill every day of my life.
I love basking and taking a walk,
sometimes it gets boring here in the jungle
and all I can do is sit
on top of a tree and stare down.
How I sometimes wish I was the king
of the jungle Like Mr. Lion,
He is big and mighty and
the type of animal you wish you were.
He is proud but then again,
not as proud as the peacock family,
Peacocks are pretty with so many colours.
But all the same.
I thank God am not as ugly as Mr. Hyena .
(I hope he wont hear me)
who for the last 6 months
has been trying to strike up a friendship with me.
But no!!!!!
He may have spots like me but
he doesn't look one bit like me.
It would be a bit different
if we were talking about Mr. Tiger and Cheetah
who I cant deny are my close relatives.
We even look alike in some way don't you think?
Oh well, I can spend all my time hear talking about my life but I have some brothers who live in the land of snow.
The are so beautiful and we like calling them Snow Leopards.
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My name is Africa:
A beauty to look at
From East to west
Reaching through vast land and sea
Incredible wildlife,
Continuous amazement to those who visit me
All you've ever wanted I have
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I have dreams too
I have hopes too
I have plans too,
I cry too,
I laugh too,
I fail too,
I succeed too,
sometimes my world is
in black n white too,
sometimes so coloured
and beautiful,
I make mistakes too
sometimes am so right too,
I pray too
sometimes I just forget tom
I care too
sometimes just
indifferent
I try hard sometimes too
I relax sometimes and
just let things be,
I'm just like you,
just that
you'll never find another
VIRGINIA like me,
am unique,
JUST LIKE YOU.
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she's human,
Possessive,
Jealous,
Selfish,
Fragile,
Broken,
Insecure,
Hurt,
Afraid,
Hateful,
Not so fun to be with,
Not so pretty.
But she choose to forget that,
Walking with her head up high,
The pretty girl that is so damn fly,
Sweet you don't want to tell her bye,
The better version of independent mind,
She young wild n free,
Not to mention she living her life,
She don't need you to keep reminding her of her negative side.
For she don't live on that side.
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Crazy how when one problem is solved,
Another one arises,
When one thing is lost,
we find another one,
When we give up
someone else moves up,
When we think its the end of the road,
the journey has just began.
Crazy how when one stops hurting,
worry wants to take over,
When we are down and crushed to dust,
freedom calls, wanting to sweep you away like the wind.
Crazy how when i cry,
I realize am normal,
I have emotions and tears.
Funny how When my life is out of control,
When am broken and hurt,
Scared, thinking that this crazy world,
Is going to bring me down,
i find a reason to smile
I realize AM ALIVE NOT DEAD.
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Nowadays I have a different prayer:
Don't keep me from trouble,
Teach me how to walk through trouble.
Don't lift me up to the sky,
Give me wings so I can fly,
When they want to bury me,
Don't get me out of the pit,
Help me shake the dust and step on it,
It will lift me higher.
Don't give me fish,
Teach me how to fish,
Don't pick me up when I fall,
Give me the strength to rise up when I fall,
Don't love me too much,
Give me the chance to love me too.
Don't hide me under your wings all through,
Give me the courage to walk alone when I have to,
Don't cure my pain at instant,
Help me learn what it teaches,
Don't wipe away every tear I shed,
Give me the chance to wipe some of my tears,
to feel them on my fingertips.
Don't make me feel like am the best,
Teach me that in a way we all best,
So I can be humble,
Don't forget to watch over me,
for without you am nothing.
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She did not choose to be sick,
to be admitted in that hospital,
to be in pain that wont go away,
to live a life in that wheel chair.
He did not choose to be blind,
to use that walking stick,
to not see light,
Or the bright morning sun,
and the colours of the rainbow,
the Thika super-highway,
Or the famous Niagra falls.
He did not choose to sleep hungry,
to miss meals,
to see his daughter sleep hungry,
His wife somehow angry,
at the world so unfair,
NO, he didn't choose.
She did not choose to be orphan,
not to have a mum she can make proud,
not to have a daddy she can run to,
if she could,
she could turn back time,
and death would not snatch them from her,
she could talk to angel of death,
convince him to let them live.
She did not choose to get rained on,
to sleep outside on,
verandahs in town,
she had no option,
the streets are her only home,
She has known all her life,
She would love to sleep in a house,
a place to call home,
Oh yes she would.
He did not choose to be born,
without both hands,
without both feet,
with a condition of the heart,
that makes him hurt,
because he has forever been,
On some medication.
NO, he didn't choose.
He did not choose,
to get an accident,
that left him completely paralysed,
that he can't move or talk,
he can't play or walk,
He can't run or jog,
NO, he didn't choose,
But YOU,
have a house, a home,
You probably have a mum and dad,
what will it take to appreciate them,
and be grateful they are alive??
You have eyes,
You can read a poem,
See sun shine,
See rainbow,
Watch movie,
It's not just ordinary,
It's miracle.
Do you give thanks,
for the little thing you have??
Do you take time to notice,
how blessed you are??
Do you give thanks,
because you have ten fingers???
Someone out there has none,
and don't just assume,
it can't happen to you too.
Do you give thanks because,
you can breath with ease??
Someone out there has been in hospital,
the last 8 months,
WHY?? Because they can't breath,
that biological act you probably take for granted.
Do you thank God because,
you have eye-brows and eye-lashes??
Finger-nails and hair??
Do you realize that someone out there doesn't??
Don't just take it for granted
Be a blessing to those who didn't have a choice,
We are in this journey together,
and
Every day IS a miracle,
This is a reminder,
Never take anything for granted.
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That feeling you get,
When it rains & you
wet,
that feeling you feel,
when you want to write
but you want to give up
cuz nothing at all
is good enough not at
all
to be put on that sheet
of paper.
That feeling you get,
when no word in your
poem,
Brings about a
beautiful rhyme,
staying up late,
like you got late
for a date,
and its too late,
to go back and not be
late,
so you stay up late,
like trying to fix a
broken past,
it's impossible like you cant
count dust
its impossible it's past
its gone it is past.
staying up late
for the sake of paper
and pen,
for the sake of poetry,
just to write and feel it,
that sense of
accomplishment,
that you are a poet too,
Like those great poets
you read of.
Staying up late,
for the sake of Poetry.
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The God of angels,
the God of universe
the God of Jacob
the God of Abraham
He created earth
From dearth
He made the great
oceans,
Lakes, Seas & Rivers
He made each of us
For a special purpose
He knows us by name
What we've been
through
What we're yet to
He knows our dreams
Our reasons for living
The same God
Holds us when we are
broken
Heals us when we are
hurt
Comforts us when we
lose
The same God Looks at
me
with kind eyes
His constant love
it guides
He's there when I call
on Him
He whispers words of
comfort
When am troubled and
defeated
He holds my hand
Oh ever so gently
to show me the way
When am going astray,
Is'nt He the same God
who created the
universe
The one who calmed
the storm
The one who made way
in a sea
The one who turned
darkness to light.
This God is our dad
This King knows us by
name
He loves you Just the
way you are
With your flaws
Imperfections and
weaknesses.
Am proud to be the
CHILD OF A KING
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