Save For The Next Breath

Polished African
Smooth, no dimple in a word
Just speaking chifwa
As an ice-cream bite
Oh Were curse them away
Who sees fluffy words
Better than my dark
No language is might
Their mind is sooted smoke
But word after word
Always keep saying
Like a mirror on the world
To reflect our desires
And our stupid thoughts
We don’t speak all our minds
For the best is never said,
It’s felt by the next generation.

© Joweda

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