Hops and Barley Its pungent This stench that announces your arrival before the eyes can take pity on your stumbling form Your voice drunk in misplaced conviction of rhythm and prosaic musical tones Draws blood from these ear drums It abuses mine ears Enchanted,you dance with spirits
FREEDOM IS ON THE MOVE For the blood that has been spilled The tears that have been shed The hearts and limbs that have been broken The pain that possesses the victims The scars carved on our bodies and hearts Marriages that have failed Hope that has been lost All
Do you wanna know how much my heart weighs Di-sect me open , while counting how many scars life has tattooed on me Do you wanna know how many litres of tears have cascaded down these eyes How I hug myself at night, in the dark When all is silent
Earlier today I stumbled on Namupolo’s tweet and mused. Here’s the outcome: “I want a square circle” – Namupolo I want a sunny moon with little stars that dance to the sound of the blowing wind as friends I want roads that lead to the paradise my imagination has birthed
When you walked away You took all my colour with you And left my heart stone cold grey I have since forgotten how sunny yellow used to be Or how cute cerise used to paint my life with joy The blue never ending skies And happy laughs As we lay
Pushed me out the nest Fearing the unknown Mistook your actions In hindsight, you did what had to be done I grew a backbone Woman! I am because you are.
You say take a right, I take a sho’t left When pictures were being painted and genders were stereotyped I was there bending my inner iron in the direction you didn’t want it to bend I cut myself out of your equations, out of your unreasonable reasoning Do understand the