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.
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9 Comments
mickey
i love it.keep up man
10 Mar
manyuira kisima
real sense of creativity
11 Mar
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
val
am impressed i salute u man i love the way u portrayed this piece
16 Mar
Mbũrũ Kamau
Thanks guys.
You’re indeed the ones who give the power to express thoughts.
Thank you again.
18 Mar
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
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
Ndoloh
Lovely piece man……………….i love it!!
23 Feb
Mbũrũ Kamau
@Ndoloh, thanks a lot.
15 Mar
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