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Nakisisa Nene Poem
What happens between these
walls stays between these
walls,the walls that my head are
too familiar with,i've had
shortlived rendezvous so often
that I know wonder if these
walls feel what I feel
inside,something I will never
enlighten a soul about
It seems like I "fall down the
stairs" a lot these days,the
same way my tears tumble
down my face insignificantly
After all it is a frequent
ritual,resist,my meeting with the
walls is scheduled and the Nile
river flows
These anonymous tears will
forever flow,singing the cliche
song of a broken home
Copyright © Nakisisa Nene | Year Posted 2014
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Nakisisa Nene Poem
On the verge of self-destruction
All because of a self-esteem
misconstruction,I'm not fishing
for compliments I'm fishing for
love,consolation
,acknowlagement,anything
positive you have
Before time runs out and all hell
breaks lose
Started off light,light snacks and
now I'm heavy
I swallow these words and
digest them
Unlike last nights supper which
spiralled down the toilet bowl
like my common sense
And was replaced by a hunger
Not for what I'd expelled but for
the true meaning of beuaty
Don't judge me and I'll try not
to judge you but if you do
please understand
I'm not fishing for compliments
I'm fishing for love
Copyright © Nakisisa Nene | Year Posted 2014
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