my thoughts drift to you, smile automatic
that new Mosdef tip, call me ecstatic
and i feel inspired to write more than bullshit rhymes
about walking miles,
for a while,
then go file,
my nails.
Or
reading the mail…
Jack and Jill carrying pails
beautiful, important part of art
it sounds cliche but fuck, you’re in my heart
how i communicate to the outside world
gundi yangu when i fall apart
Poetry.
how you capture me.
be it an ill emcee’s flow or a sonnet, Shakesphere
i get higher, different level, atmosphere
when i’m on that happy juice
you are the most sensual masseuse
from Maya Angelou’s poetic prowess
to Mr. D Angelo’s audible caress
peace is so hard to find
my constantly over-analyzing special mind
I go crazy
, wear a label,
schizophrenic lady
when things get unclear, visual hazy
when my demons fight and subdue me
when those sons of bitches blindfold and cuff me
i lost the need to sing, my voice
cancer sticks so hard to kick, my choice
when i’m tagged as weird, over-over eccentric
but through you i feel can connect with,
them
and they can understand the unheard
they can see a piece of my world
it’s bigger than similes and verbs and punctuation marks
how vowels and consonants make such awe worthy words
© wairema mathenge
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Joliea
I can almost ‘see’ the poem in performance…
Simply beautiful!
25 Jun
Orato Kevin
This would make a beautiful performance
2 Nov
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