I am a kenyan poet: English & literature teacher by proffesion: art is my hobby...spoken word...music..poetry:
A WOMAN IN DIAMONDS Linking my finger Thinking hard Is this the kind of life....i wish to have Rubbing my feet The floor so rough...rusty...dusty Under my feet is dispeakable The soft touch is no more my make Contemplating.... If the one with the dark eyes.. Oval head, Leaf shape ears Long legs.. Hairy chest.. Boby lips. Is it worth my hand stretch Looks deceive But should i? Must i? Tell me...speak up! For this life has stole my patience I dont want to let go This dark eyes are full of ambition Prosperity! Victory! I want to be in diamonds Yes! Diamonds! Yea! Pearls! Yes! Gold bracelates Look around vane! look around The air i breath is contaminated Smoke that chokes my eyes Freezing my tears Where my hands... Live in the ice water. Ever washing the dirty dishes Heavy solid clothes of the young in dirt In the name of 'knowing my place' In the African society as a woman Saying am fit to be 'a mans wife' My hours in bed..... counted My freedom...cautioned With lips even when oiled still crack Nails...rugged still this cursed hands toil still they work... But no one sees how weary they have become ...will i ever be lucky? To be in pearls I want to be in diamonds Decieved by own fate Engaged to the full bitterness Corrupted by my own insight fear But..the blue eyes ...so promising of affection Determined to prove thy word They crave to have my left hand finger Clothed with a diamond ring I? Desperate? I hate this sport.. Where i sit after my sweat With my smelly, sweaty cloths So worn out....am not a beggar The sport where it suits best So dark..fine for me to hide Where the walls are too heavy Where the walls are too loyal ...not to lay my cry out Where the walls will crush every moment ....like my sadness never existed I will hold on to the blue eyes For the dark eyes my soul rejects Selfish? Yes! My hands are tired I can not wait I want the hand that is warm That gives... Much..too much It is gold Pearls! I want me in diamonds Ashamed to be seen For the women of this age are refined Fancy clothes... Shoes...beautiful shoes.. You can tell their skin is so smooth ...they smell life for they are full of it I dont want life to laugh at me The envy is undeniable When i will be in diamonds Where my blessed chest... Crafted heaps...thighs fall Fall in a designed silky gown When gold will be my middle name When my rugged nails.. ..get painted and drafted When my pale skin.. Becomes no more chalky and lightens Then on,i will let the world see me Then on,my burden heart will be free I want to be in diamonds 'Knowing my place?' In the African society? I will let the society see What lies under this woman More than just a woman With a voice to be heard More than just a woman With something to call 'her own' A woman in diamond!
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PAGES OF MY LIFE (06/07/2014)
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