Am not being selfish
Am just saying i love me more
Why not?
i have had me more all my life
why should i let you hit me?
hit me in the name of love
why should i be stuck with your unfaithfulness
your dishonesty,
No, i love me more...
look at me
am selfless and giving
that's why i can say
i love me more
for if i love me less
i will let you take me
take me six feet under
but because i love you
yes love you
i will walk away for a better life
better life from you
because
PS: i love me more
"But maybe it's up in the hills under the leaves or in a ditch somewhere. Maybe it's never found. But what you find, whatever you find, is always only part of the missing, and writing is the way the poet finds out what it is he found." Paul Engle

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Sunday, 18 September 2011
like brand new shoes
with pain she gets up early
heading for the market
trying to hitch a ride
with every step
every foot step
feels like "walumbe" is beckoning her
but the children
only them keep her head up
even though the children's " taata" sleeps the day away
she walks miles for her brood
this walk is a walk in brand new shoes
the hurt
the pinch of these imaginary shoes
eventually wears away
just like brand new shoes
P.J.Orogot
heading for the market
trying to hitch a ride
with every step
every foot step
feels like "walumbe" is beckoning her
but the children
only them keep her head up
even though the children's " taata" sleeps the day away
she walks miles for her brood
this walk is a walk in brand new shoes
the hurt
the pinch of these imaginary shoes
eventually wears away
just like brand new shoes
P.J.Orogot
Night Prowler
she walks the streets
paces those clean streets
thinking good thoughts
she tries
its only for the money
only for survival
she walks the streets
only in the dark
under the cover of the night
pacing them for prey
to feed her little ones
these clean streets
she prowls
knowing this might be the death of her
but she prowls
walking for survival
and hunting for life
so she prowls
xoxo
P.J.Orogot
paces those clean streets
thinking good thoughts
she tries
its only for the money
only for survival
she walks the streets
only in the dark
under the cover of the night
pacing them for prey
to feed her little ones
these clean streets
she prowls
knowing this might be the death of her
but she prowls
walking for survival
and hunting for life
so she prowls
xoxo
P.J.Orogot
Man Up
I want you to walk my daughter
walk like a lady
i want you to dress my daughter
dress like a mistress
i want you to see my daughter
see like a mother does
i want you to smile my daughter
smile like a goddess
But i want you to speak my daughter
speak up
speak like a man
not just any man, mind you
speak my daughter
only words that you will walk
not on egg shells mind you
but speak if you mean it
speak like a man with honor does
xoxo
P.J.Orogot
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