

They say blood is thicker than waterBut what if that’s wrong coz it made me bitterI don’t want to believe that deep downBut how when
Dear African Woman, For centuries you have been toldthat your place is in the kitchenYou have been boxed to build your worldright in the shadows
It’s cold and eeire,This silent place, With neat gray headstones and sombre writing Somewhere in the distance,Faint cries dance in the windAs another is lowered
By Kerubosiko She took the blameSeverally carried the shame.Not because she wanted fame.But inside she felt so lame That dim light insideShe needed to take
By Habil I don’t hate you, Because I still love you. I can’t look at you, Because it hurts to. We don’t talk, Because there
In your head, inside that skull, in your brain, life is happening. In your head, away from my eyes, your life unfolds.
By Gladys Gachanja We met when we were both young, wild and free, The world was our playground, and we ruled it with our love,
By Sheila Mumbo It doesn’t matter how much it hurts, But you and I are walking on broken glass, Broken pieces of our once beautiful
I am Lennox Murimi, best known by my stage name Jr_pieces. I am a philosophical poet if I am ever to describe myself in a multitude of people.
bY Stephen KE Poet Wrinkles forming but still you got that glamour Alluring beauty that made you my amor Possessing a spark that gives me