User:David Angel Mukisa/sandbox

DON'T TELL A POET

You tell a poet your story, your pain, your "Na'aku" Before you know it you are in a stanza She writes; Oh my pumpkin, Juliet my dear, my oh my They were my lips Dry as you called them then Them that warned you against That "LU boy"," KA man", "GU dude", "KI guy" Whatever you have called him now

But my dear, you were in love Me with my singleness, you called me jealousy Left your girl, me, alone for the streets Now to me you rush with your eyes full of water Crying"after he hit my water, he has left me to water" I told yah that "LU boy", "KA man", "GU dude ", "KI guy " Was for the streets like we were My dear Julie now learn, You're for the streets, They bore you, Groomed you, And on them you have to live till you leave.

©ANGEL DAVID 0703492144