dear MAMA. (Maria Wahu Mwangi.)

My heart sings in praise and jubilation

As I ponder and cogitate over your supremacy

Real love is what you sprinkle over the world with.

I share so many exciting memories of you

As I move forward chasing after the light.

 

What did I do to deserve such

A pure soul-guider as you?

Heaven is my witness…

U will always be adored and loved by my heart.

 

My well fostered  soul is an exhibition  of your adoration

Who is more beautiful than my strong, proud….

African woman full of phenomenal care and devotion towards friends and foes alike?

Nature honors her as the paragon of unpolluted love.

Grand or adverse times; now and Tomorrow

I will never axe you mother.

 

-Red Art by Kelvin Mark Mwangi

WATCH ME UNFOLD.

Chronicles of a deviant with no soul

Beautiful leeching sins have taken a toll

Villagers want to string him to a poll

A cyborg feels no love.

 

Let me tell you the whole story.

Then you will bend your knee and say “sorry”.

He once harboured love the size of a lorry

Flora and fauna of love covered his territory.

A cyborg feels no love.

 

He gave out his love for weeks

The deepest secrets began to leak

Despite feeling vulnerable, he dispensed off the idea of being weak

Extremely evident that love was making him meek.

A cyborg feels no love.

 

He is I and I am him.

This is the untold story so it seems

A True and long lasting love is all but a myth

Now I am left with all these emotions to trim

For…..

A cyborg feels no love.

 

-Red Art by Kelvin Mark Mwangi.