February 2021

By Clueless Poet She is an African woman The bride of Africa She toils from dawn to dusk So as to place something on the

By Miss Nyoike “Two little lights of mine Obviously each will die i time The Brightest will die first But the other will have to

By Stinky Have you ever woken up to chirping of birds? Like a real African mama queen? So much for a cacophony, it’s a theater.

By Sharon Her dark sparkling hair Her sweet embracing smile Each day asking me to bring the best out of me She taught me how

By Reenah Heart so heavy Haunted by the memories of the past Made a mother through rape At a young and tender age Handling the

By Pretty If mother was to slam my head for each time I bit her nipple, Or maybe lock up her milk banks and throw

By Kleins She woke up before sunrise, hoping before sunset our stomach she’ll surprise Trailing in the fields for best way out, tired alot for

I am afraid of the future. Its secrecy and how it conceals everything to the unknown makes my heart jump a pulse. However much I