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Albert Bulaka Poem
I was born different
I am such a one who can't talk
I am such a one who can't walk
Maybe such a one who can't see
Maybe such a one who can't hear
Maybe such a one who is retarded
Maybe such one who can't physically
do This or that.
I am such a one you made feel
Like I couldn't be. My inability to do
One thing or a couple of things doesn't
Make me unable to do other things. I can't
Hear or talk but I can walk and see,
I can't walk and see but I can hear and talk.
We all have our strengths and weaknesses, just
Because I couldn't do this or that and you could
Do it, doesn't make me disabled and you able. We Are just two different people with different abilities and there is no such a one as a person with disabilities
Copyright © Albert Bulaka | Year Posted 2015
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Albert Bulaka Poem
Despite hurting I smile not because I enjoy the pain but because crying is the only way I can smile without hurting those that really mean the most to me.
To them my smile is laughter but deep within me it is torture unbearable with every tick of the clock. I keep screaming, silently hoping that politely some one will come hold me.
So far away I drift with every smile disappearing in every laughter I hear but still manage to give the smile of a crying man.
Copyright © Albert Bulaka | Year Posted 2015
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Albert Bulaka Poem
I have lived believing I have to be right,
Overlooking my flaws, mind clouded by pride
Words of the elderly I ignored.
Sucking on my tongue, thinking to myself
Old man your time passed, mine is now
Let me live young wild and free.
As seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks
Months and years pass by.
Gradually demons of days passed begin to haunt
Me. I thought myself wise because I learnt from
My mistakes but little did I know that I would
Be wiser if I learnt from other people’s mistakes.
Now fate has dawned upon me my sins
Being paid in blood, sweat and tires are
The currency in use. I regret my arrogance
And pride. Youths of future generations
Learn from my cries fashion, technology
And all other things will come and go
But the words of the elderly will last for
All eternity, learn from them, respect
Them, and above humble thy self.
Copyright © Albert Bulaka | Year Posted 2017
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A warm overwhelming sensation grabbed at me As she emerged from behind the gate of her wall fence. Her eyes arched so invitingly, in my rain drenched clothes I felt a unique cold get hold of me.
She hip-swished towards me gesturing which direction we should go. Beautiful dress wrapped around her, awe in her eyes and in disbelief I was there. For a second a temptation to kiss her gripped me as her emerald brown eyes lit with passion.
The dress held on to her body and mapped out a picture of opulent beauty. She walked with me to my place. She lowered her body into the comfort of my arms, with a tender and precise intent of affection was her touch.
As her lips met mine, I felt the earth stand still, the warmth of her body pressed against me. Gentle fingers caressed the back of my head. I put my arms around her and held her hips and pulled her even closer and made slow marvellous love.
The passion with which she held my waist was amazing, the intensity had my heart beating to the sound of her breathing, it was a day of passion set in motion.
Copyright © Albert Bulaka | Year Posted 2016
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