My Teacher

My teacher is really clever
He tells me divide means equal
Multiplication is a number of times
Addition more than
And, oh subtraction…
…less than

He tells me
Maths symbols mean much
Division are two people together
Separated by a line
Multiplication sign…
…well, are two joined together
And addition, is crossing each other’s heart.
Did I forget subtraction?
He says it a sign of loneliness.

But of late I’ve seen him look at the hem of my skirt
And my chest with an awkward interest
That I feel unease
But still unsure
Because I need to know Maths

His eyes gyrate around me
Because of the urge
Of emotional satisfaction

I want to show him my pebble
Give him my taboo
But, then he’s my teacher
And I…his playing field.

© mburu kamau

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9 Comments

  • mickey

    i love it.keep up man

    10 Mar
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  • manyuira kisima

    real sense of creativity

    11 Mar
    Reply
  • Lorot

    Beautiful poem. Loved the way you put on the mind of a chiqquitta and spoke out her mind. I tell you, poets are a gift from heavens.

    keep writing, man.

    Your fan, we can bet on that.

    11 Mar
    Reply
  • val

    am impressed i salute u man i love the way u portrayed this piece

    16 Mar
    Reply
  • Mbũrũ Kamau

    Thanks guys.
    You’re indeed the ones who give the power to express thoughts.
    Thank you again.

    18 Mar
    Reply
  • ashmongina

    i wish u knew 4real what we go thru especialy wth our lecturers. ths is a beautiful piece. they shuld all read this

    11 Jul
    Reply
  • Mbũrũ Kamau

    Thanks Ashmongina, I know the kind of things lecturers do to innocent girls in the name of examining them. Aluta Continua!!

    6 Feb
    Reply
  • Ndoloh

    Lovely piece man……………….i love it!!

    23 Feb
    Reply
  • Mbũrũ Kamau

    @Ndoloh, thanks a lot.

    15 Mar
    Reply

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