-Heart Poem-

They will never speak my language.

The ones who wear false embroidered faces.

Aiming their missiles at the curvature of my earth.

They will never know me oceans wide.

My birth, my depth, my changing tides.

They will never be my country.

My blood and grit.

They will never know my rhythm and blues.

My soft sung tune.

They will never speak my language.

“Shairi yangu ya moyo.”