Nancy Ilamwenya Poems

Drive a needle through my eyes; I do not want to see,
Break my eardrums; I do not want to hear,
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Story of optimism and gloom,
Of green grass and dusty paths,
Of merriment and tears,
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There is a combat within my entity, I want my abuser,
There is a contest within my being, I need my abuser,
The bout is bloody:
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What is this god we behold?
His worship; Justice, in awe we hold.
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364 days ago, a lady catches the wrong bus in a new city; Addis Ababa,
Destination clear means oblivious.
Blissful in her ignorance, she gets lost in the monarchical monuments,
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