Melody Iveren Kuku Poems

Like the knight of sleeping beauty,
He slashes through my heart.
Tearing down my courage,
Shattering my resolve like a wine glass.
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When the bushes of our father's land
Lay uncut
And we waddled about with newly weaned feet,
A hand sweated with a ferocious pen,
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I am human,
Not a plastic Jesus,
Sitting in famous cathedrals.
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You tried to see,
Beyond the walls
That shields my heart.
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His back is bent,
His heart, battered with guilt,
Red seal of sin,
Lay bare on his torn flesh.
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Dancing in the bright sunlight,
Tiny dainty feet raises the dust.
Two hills shoot out on her chest
Her hips, a tiny ant-hill.
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He sat in a school of thought,
Bent over a page with pen in his hands,
For one said to his ears,
A poet is one with a Haiku to his name.
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Life never gave her a chance,
Darkness, a friend so close,
Her spirit, caged.
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Blood, fresh red blood.
Everyday, I smell it,
Foul stench of humans,
Slaughtered like cattles
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