Letting go

Lipstick stain on the ground,
Blue piece of torn cloth,
A tear drop on a chin,
Shattered plates on top of food,
Regrets,
As blood dripped from the knife,
This was the only way,
The only way he could let go of her,
Forever.

One, two, three, step

She knew it from way before,
As she let it come over her,
Tapped her feet to the beat,
As her nails dug deep,
Deep in to her palms.



She could taste how sour her breath felt,
A drop of sweat slid right down her back,
This was more of habit than memory,
She couldn't tell how long she had been at this.


One, two, three, step
One, two, two, two, three, step
One, two, three, step
One, two, two, two, three, step
As she a danced with her demons

My heart.

Was it always romanticized?
Does it show on my skin where these boundaries begin?
Does it show in my eyes all the un-cried tears from all injustices?
Can you see it?
When you look at me,
That deep within my soul I love,
Indiscriminately but for now that’s a word associated with death.



Can you see it in my nails?
The earth under my nails when ivory becomes more important than nature,
Can you smell it on me?
The stench brought out by all the corruption brewing within me,
I can see that you can sense my defeat,
When my knees are on the ground and my face upturned to the heavens.



Is that me?
Is that all that I am?
I believe am more than just “that other tribe”,
I am a heart,
A steady beating heart,
I am the blood that runs through your veins to unite you,
I am that air you take in every moment of your life,
I am the words of truth and hope,
I am Kenya because my heart beats for it

Let them express themselves

Must we treat each other like this,
Like we are all fighting some secret disease,
Passed on through means unknown,
Acting like we have the cure to it all.



So we hold our heads up,
Wrinkle our noses,
Knowing that we will never be like them,
Because we are special and they are different.


Different to the point they should be less than human,
Deserve nothing better than to be stoned to death,
Or be shamed for who they are,
Compared to dogs,
Yet made by the same creator


Justifying your deeds by holy books,
But altering it when you see fit,
How am I to trust anything you say,
When you can't even sacrifice for others,
Yet you preach love your neighbour.


So I stand up to say,
Let them express themselves,
Made this way by the Creator,
In His own image
We were made to love

Down a hill in heels

She put them on even if she didn't feel like it,
Sick to her stomach with this feeling of doom,
How did she get here?
When did life get so serious?


She had to go through with this,
The screaming and kicking didn't pay for anything,
After her worth was decided,
Like a piece of cloth sold to a rich merchant.


What had she kept herself for?
Pure for a fantasy?
A fantasy that would never be,
Rich young and handsome is what she envisioned,
But instead,
Fat old and at least the rich ticked out.


This purity for 26 years,
All for not,
They deceived her all her life,
Her a third wife to him.

Words

His words take up shape,
Rise up like mist,
Not afraid to take a certain form,
They roll out and spill out.



Her words swallowed back,
Afraid to peek out of the dark corner,
Afraid to cut and tear,
Her words crawl back in to the shadow where they belong.

Their words sang out,
Make a beautiful chorus,
The words sway back and forth,
Together rising and falling.


A chorus of whispers,
As you pass through a dark corridor,
Chanting a prayer for protection,
Your words against theirs

Fighting to stay on top

An empty encasing,
A shell that's all it is,
Nothing further,
Nothing deeper.



Shaken and stirred upon a dead sea,
Tossing and turning,
Fighting with the currents,
Fighting to stay on top of this.



One foot in and the other follows,
I start to sink slowly,
And as I struggle the deeper am pulled in,
This quicksand feeling.



Its like soldiers at war,
Taking cover behind trees,
Been blown into half by grenades,
Human emotions,
An empty encasing which is me.