Teardrop - Samwiri Kisa Mukuru

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                                 I
                               feel
                              like a
                            teardrop
                          hanging off
                        battered cheeks
                     somehow it was not
                  supposed to be like this
                the dreams are filled with
            galloping mares and ambiguous
         faces giving murky stares, and I am
      ready to roll off and become a thousand
      particles of salt,  I feel  so  much  like a
       drop of rain hanging from a thorn on a
       rose’s stem just magnifying all behind
       with a light that will soon become un-
        kind for clarity will be the last thing
             on my mind when I evaporate
               and I feel like  a dewdrop
                 clinging to sweet green
                   grass just waiting for
                     the sun to come
                                up.

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Samwiri Kisa Mukuru (born 1977) Uganda (born in Kenya but a Ungandan citizen, living in USA)
Source: Echoes Across the Valley, edited by Arthur I. Luvai and Kwamchetsi Makokha, East African Educational Publishers, 2000