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Kinda Klassy Poem
She
is
a
fine
damsel,
Fluent
in
Swahili,
Walking
barefoot
on
the
dusty
streets
of
Mali,
Cracks
under
her
feet
incured
from
decades
of
strife,
Caves
of
filth
and
so
they
mock
her
when
she
passes
by,
As
the
darkness
thickens
the
silence
becomes
more
terrifying,
She
searches
for
a
hiding
place
deep
inside
the
jungle,
But
fortunes
deserts
her
when
she
comes
across
a
rebel
army,
The
rest
of
her
tale
is
yours
to
imagine.
Enjoy
the
benefits
of
the
these
bloody
diamonds
in
the
morning,
They
may
be
swept
away
in
the
evening,
Enjoy
the
freedom
before
the
speech,
They
may
be
none
after
it,
When
violence
is
sown
in
a
home,
The
roots
may
uproot
the
neighbour's
house,
When
a
friend's
cornfield
catches
fire,
The
flame
is
at
your
doorstep.
Make
a
noise
for
the
oppressed
Somalian,
Shed
a
tear
for
the
slain
Malian,
Beat
a
drum
for
the
hungry
Sudanese,
Get
on
your
knees
and
pray
For
the
African
inferno
to
cease.
Copyright © Wilson Mapfumo | Year Posted 2013
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Kinda Klassy Poem
Will the pied piper have you
following his shadow?
Will you open your eyes to the
dew of the morrow?
Your eyes carry grief through
my soul,
They envelope me with
sorrow,
As you lie like a log on the spot
you have grown fond of,
Tears flow,
Undisturbed till they sink the
floor,
Yet i know mourning will save
your breath no more,
Still i cry even more,
Wishing you would stay with
me forever more.
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Kinda Klassy Poem
I
want
to
undress
you
and
leave
you
dressed,
I
want
to
exhume
the
scum
that
lies
trapped
deep
down
the
mines
of
your
shallow
brain,
I
want
to
slice
you
open
with
screaming
double
edged
whispers,
Buy
spectacles
for
your
blurred
vision,
So
that
you
can
see
the
shine
i
am
pointing
at,
That
you
are
mocking
with
your
behind,
I
want
to
eavesdrop
into
the
conversation
of
your
mind
and
heart,
I
want
to
cross
examine
both
your
heart
and
mind,
Try
to
find
out
what
they
did
when
this
whirlwind
came
running,
I
wang
to
be
mean
and
be
the
words
that
i'm
speaking,
Rain
down
on
you
heavily,
Till
you
drown,
I
want
to
push
you
down
the
abyss
that
you
dug
for
yourself
and
watch
as
you
go
down,down
and
down,
Then
i
will
unleash
every
bit
of
dirt
upon
your
sorry
being,
Letting
it
follow
you
down
your
doomed
path,
Forever.
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Kinda Klassy Poem
Enveloped
by
filth
and
scorn,
Bowed
to
all
even
to
dogs,
Marrow
sucked
out
of
his
bones,
Head
tucked
in
between
his
knees,
Deathly
scaref
breath
took
a
pause,
Lost
foot
on
edges
of
waterfalls,
Just
a
petty
fright
he
lept
like
a
frog,
Took
seasons
to
calm
his
soul,
Till
one
day
he
woke
up
and
swore,
He'll
never
ever
meet
a
fall,
Then
he
rose,rose
and
rose,
Today
his
whereabouts
are
still
unknown.
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Kinda Klassy Poem
Knowing is good
But it can be bad too,
The devil is the perfect example,
Wayled them into tasting a
sample,
If man knew,
He wouldn't have tasted the
apple.
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Kinda Klassy Poem
Was
it
that
cold?
Was
the
frost
biting?
Where
you
that
hungry
That
you
decided
to
dive
Into
that
dish
without
a
second
thought?
Did
yoy
just
walk
upon
these
thorns
without
your
shoes
on?
Chasing
the
ice
cream
man
on
the
Dusty
streets
without
your
clothes
on,
Really?
Did
you
even
consider
the
manacing
taxi
drivers
hurling
insults
at
pedestrians.
Screeching
and
speeding?
Did
you
shove
your
finger
into
a
gnat
house?
I
saw
you
cleaving
onto
something,
Was
it
a
beehive?
I
see
the
bees
turning
your
body
Into
their
playground,
When
you're
done
licking
those
fingers,
Dripping
with
sweet
and
sweat.
Did
you
or
did
you
not?
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Kinda Klassy Poem
The
appetite
is
wet,
The
aroma
is
great,
Roses
emitting
a
pleasing
scent,
Tongue
yearning
for
a
taste,
The
mind
becomes
restless
and
quickly
shifts
to
a
bad
state,
Because
the
belly's
vacuum
has
to
be
occupied
in
haste.
A
battle
erupts
within
the
intestines,
Wailings
and
groanings,
Trumpets
and
horns
are
sounding,
Civilians
are
demanding,
Threatening
to
go
on
strike
and
send
the
system
crashing,
But
despite
all
these
efforts,
The
aid
isn't
coming,
Eyes
roll
in
different
directions,
Nothing.
A
meeting
is
called
to
seek
for
a
solution,
The
unions
reach
common
ground
and
resort
to
mass
action,
Shop
begin
closing
in
minor
provinces,
The
capital
has
to
make
a
decision,
Because
the
masses
are
moving
in
slow
motion,
Pending!
Suddenly
good
news
start
pouring
in,
At
last
the
tables
are
set,
There
on
every
tablecloth,
Is
a
glass
of
vinegar
and
a
slice
of
cake.
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Kinda Klassy Poem
I want you to visit your mind
And look into my eyes,
There you will find me staring
back at you,
These eyes saying i miss you,
My heart is doing a lap dance
in the presence of the lungs
and it's breath taking.
I feel a sharp pain when i see
your heart go up in smoke,
A flame flicking behind the
facade of your smile,
As my mind takes a walk into
this tiny island of yours,
Searching for the coolest spot
where i can ponder upon
these thoughts,
Whilst sitting on that corner
couch listening to your
heartbeat.
Too terrified to even begin to
remember,
That it used to rain,
And rivers of fresh water,
Used to engulf your rich lands,
Before the sun wrecked havoc
and ravaged.
Now tears and blood fill this
lake
When you cry and bleed.
I feel like it's time
For the humble boy in me,
To kiss the stupid little girl in
you,
Till you yearn for more,
Till you can't let go,
Because i can't take it no more,
I'm disgusted of seeing you go
in and out of relationships,
Again and again,
Like a *****.
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Kinda Klassy Poem
Memories
of
Memory
Glittering
at
the
top
shelf
of
my
gallery,
Oozing
glamour
entwined
with
a
dose
of
mystery,
Breath
taking
and
breath
giving
in
tandem,
Captivating
and
healing
a
limping
soul.
Memories
of
Memory
Carressing
my
mind
with
every
heartbeat,
Floating
on
the
surface
of
my
tears,
Taking
me
through
a
fascinating
journey
of
endless
laughter
and
echoing
melodies,
Fingers
crossed
in
anticipation
of
the
day
these
events
will
be
replayed
in
reality
outside
my
mental
premises.
Memories
of
Memory
Painting
a
magnificent
potrait
on
the
canvas
of
my
senses,
The
mark
so
indelible
like
an
illness
unto
death,
Like
a
scar
left
by
death,
Like
the
sound
of
a
guiter
string
strummed
again
and
again,
Echoing
into
the
depths
of
my
belly.
Memories
of
Memory
A
trustee
to
my
soul
Walking
with
me
through
raw
territories,
Untapped
resources,
Tosting
tempests,
Laughing
when
i
laugh,
Crying
when
i
do,
Keeping
it
a
secret
between
my
soul
and
you.
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Kinda Klassy Poem
That's when she cried,
Tears flowing down her
ckeeks she asked why
Is my only son paralysed?
Why is this happening to me
i'm so traumatised.
I had dreams of feasting on
chicken and rice,
Now my dreams only come
down to porridge and tripe,
To tired of darkness i wanted a
light,
Just a tiny drop of a moment
with something nice,
Lamentations of a heart that
felt nothing right,
Weepings of a soul that saw
nothing good with life,
Took a peep through the
window and saw her son,
Tears filled her eyes,
That's when she cried.
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