Category: Poetry

High School Chapter, Poetry, Tale Africa

Different and Free

By Angela Khaba: I may not be the coolest person on earth, But I'm different Different enough to accept who I became after birth. I may not wear all those expensive clothes, But I’m different. Different enough to know that clothes do not define me I may not have all the money in the world, But I'm different, Different enough […]

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Tears in my hands

Egan Tabaro: Lone drink on the table Man of my dreams seated across I gave my heart, ardor and body to him Now he looks back at me wondering why I cry The wells of his love for me have finally gone dry   My head is bowed Pain's fell clutch grips me Those moments we had together Will be […]

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Matilda

By Egan Tabaro: Matilda! There is a word I'd like to say to you But unfortunately I cannot say it here Yet many would agree and say it is true But I can't wait to get this loud and clear That word is true of you and rhymes with “rich” It describes every marking of your vile humour The words […]

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Inside City Hall

By Egan Tabaro: Inside City Hall The Lord Mayor takes a stroll See he looks splendid in his robe Just one of the many perks of his job Songs of praise onto him they shower But we all know he really is left with no power   Inside City Hall The Lord Mayor just had a fall Higher up, on […]

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Please don’t hush me!

By Rukhshana Namuyimba Please don’t shush me up! I know who I am, where I have been and where I am headed. I know what I know but even more profound I know what I do not know. And what I know I’ll share if you’ll but let me speak this once. I respect you for you are the man […]

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No more graves to bury the dead

By Thabang Tlaka: She gazed upon horror and never flinched, Danced with the darkest of demons, yet still stands. Her sweetest melodies are trapped in fantasies Edged deeply in her bosom, yet Constantly purged by a nebulous search for remedies Africa, gazes upon her dead as they bury their dead.   She hears the voices, the echoing sounds… Deep within […]

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