Hi , the little thing I'd like to tell but I'm a afraid I dunno how to. Would you be surprised when I told you what I felt bout you? Would you feel like I'm overrating you to catch your eye? How bout a compliment, you being the most beautiful my eye came across?? But we often met through my phone, on chats or when I miss you and I have to peep at your pics. And the frequencies are high, it feels close to you(sad). Going though our past chats, the texts and songs you send me, "scared to be lonely" being the loudest, just to try read your mind and understand you more. I just wanna be by your side. I wanna understand you crystal clear.
I hope one day we will be close, one day I'll get the courage and trust to let you know bout me well. I wanna be your bestfriend too. But my fears too, will I still lean by you when you get to know me. Will you still stress to see I'm perfect? Do you believe in building up? Or are you afraid I'll be a shame to you when we'll be seen together?
I mean, you all I've been waiting for, you've taught me a lot. I hope you ain't a season and soon I'll be in my normal life. You've been worth the wait and we shouldn't be getting in another tunnel cause you're my light. Let's learn to live by us, teach me your life and we can be the best for us. I want you to be the reason for my struggle and let's cherish all success that comes our way. Lemme support you when you trip.
I hope one day I'll hug you tight and whisper 'I love you', and you'll get to know how deep I mean it.
Saturday, July 20, 2019
Monday, July 1, 2019
Stolen smile.
What does a young girl have to do with your life? It takes effort to build and a minute to destroy. She had a dream, to be the society's top cream. To help her people come out of their present problems. She was a maturing solution.
So who sent you to kill her dream? Why did you steal her happiness? Am I wrong if I said you destroyed her future? Will justice mean we be fair to you? Will you say our leaders are the cause of our present problems?
The shackled girl with a strangulated dream. You paralyzed our Savior on the gloomy day! On her way home, her mama's pot on her head. You ate her cream and covered her with shame. You had to dress her with new dull stained clothes. You changed her story, you stole what's hers!
All that glitters is not gold, but the star won't shine on your homestead too. Every drop is our loss. Now, she's the village talk. Hope your our hero.
So who sent you to kill her dream? Why did you steal her happiness? Am I wrong if I said you destroyed her future? Will justice mean we be fair to you? Will you say our leaders are the cause of our present problems?
The shackled girl with a strangulated dream. You paralyzed our Savior on the gloomy day! On her way home, her mama's pot on her head. You ate her cream and covered her with shame. You had to dress her with new dull stained clothes. You changed her story, you stole what's hers!
All that glitters is not gold, but the star won't shine on your homestead too. Every drop is our loss. Now, she's the village talk. Hope your our hero.
A bye😁
When I die I know you'll cry,
It's for a season and it'll fly,
As the sun sets we can't avoid the night,
But it'll rise again and shine bright,
Many will try to soothe,
In aim of a marriage oath,
The birds will joyfully sing for sure,
Because someone will really try to lure,
The beauty I left behind,
My charming hearts pride.
It's for a season and it'll fly,
As the sun sets we can't avoid the night,
But it'll rise again and shine bright,
Many will try to soothe,
In aim of a marriage oath,
The birds will joyfully sing for sure,
Because someone will really try to lure,
The beauty I left behind,
My charming hearts pride.
CAN'T SAY!
We are the sad society. Trying to hide from the reality and finding solace in music and drugs. I'm stressed I get cold from the coins in my pocket. I'm stressed my grades are poor. My crush acts like I ain't good for her. I'm ready to break the bank, steal mama or papa to buy the nike shoes and fit in the crew. You may have my body cause I need the expensive lipstick and a wig cause I hate how God made me. "we look alike though, haha,"
Why we so screwed up? We all trynna fit in a different class, a sad story even though we have a life. Every day in the streets we all zombies with no idea of how we'll make the future. Our lives been corrupted by social media attention. Posting how you had a good life 2hrs ago. At least you ate a delicious chicken at an expensive hotel in town, with your rich friends and now you only have fare in your pockets and hopes you won't feel hungry till you get another penny.
That makes you poor, you never accept who you are. Can't be OK and happy with what we have.
Why are we so screwed up? Wake up Africa. We still colonized. We still work tirelessly to buy the VX-V8 and make Toyota rich. I don't wanna buy mobius cause it's a Kenyan brand! You too international you don't do local brands. I'll kill my country man to make Samsung and Sony rich. How we sleep comfortably while our brother in Mandera might die of hunger at any time. You can't look at my shamba you're a witch. We're poor because we hate ourselves. And now I'm bleaching to look a little white. We lost the track, and that's loss of time, it's never recovered.
Let's go back a little bit, to where we lost track. A century ago I only tired tilling my shamba. Not much the community helped me to. I saw a ripe banana but my stomach is full. Kamau might pass hungry and have it.
Our believes were strong, no one fornicated because there were serious customs. This never brought any abortions or even suicides. I never had to report to school dressed with school uniforms and caged for hours to learn and subjected to a competition where I'll be judged because I never made it. We are chained in the system. We're are already cuffed.
We've forgotten our worth and hated each other. We just want to look cool.
We need each other, stay woke Africa.
"Kidole kimoja hakivunji chawa." (swahili proverb)
Why we so screwed up? We all trynna fit in a different class, a sad story even though we have a life. Every day in the streets we all zombies with no idea of how we'll make the future. Our lives been corrupted by social media attention. Posting how you had a good life 2hrs ago. At least you ate a delicious chicken at an expensive hotel in town, with your rich friends and now you only have fare in your pockets and hopes you won't feel hungry till you get another penny.
That makes you poor, you never accept who you are. Can't be OK and happy with what we have.
Why are we so screwed up? Wake up Africa. We still colonized. We still work tirelessly to buy the VX-V8 and make Toyota rich. I don't wanna buy mobius cause it's a Kenyan brand! You too international you don't do local brands. I'll kill my country man to make Samsung and Sony rich. How we sleep comfortably while our brother in Mandera might die of hunger at any time. You can't look at my shamba you're a witch. We're poor because we hate ourselves. And now I'm bleaching to look a little white. We lost the track, and that's loss of time, it's never recovered.
Let's go back a little bit, to where we lost track. A century ago I only tired tilling my shamba. Not much the community helped me to. I saw a ripe banana but my stomach is full. Kamau might pass hungry and have it.
Our believes were strong, no one fornicated because there were serious customs. This never brought any abortions or even suicides. I never had to report to school dressed with school uniforms and caged for hours to learn and subjected to a competition where I'll be judged because I never made it. We are chained in the system. We're are already cuffed.
We've forgotten our worth and hated each other. We just want to look cool.
We need each other, stay woke Africa.
"Kidole kimoja hakivunji chawa." (swahili proverb)
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