Ever since Wamathai launched his spoken word event last in 2010, I have tried to attend all of them. The theme still retains poetry, but has diversified to include photography, and music by performing artists in Kenya. I look forward to this next one… if you are wondering, yes, I do love listening to poetry. That’s why I also attend Kwani?’s open Mics on the first Tuesday of every month at Club Soundd. Who’s coming there tomorrow?
Found this poem in my cousin’s computer and thought I’d share it. Author unknown, unless he/she comes forward to claim it.
I have been told the author is a 15 year old whose name I didn’t get. It was first published in Buzz. Talent right there.
I am that breath
That just won’t go through your nostrils
I am that last sight before blindness creeps in
I am that lover who introduced you to hate
I am that piece of vegetable
That sticks in your teeth
I am that breeze
That turns into a chill
I am that extra air through your windpipe that gets you to choke
I am that extra fat that clogs your artery
I am that extra line
That destroys a compliment
I am that dream
That you let turn into a regret
I am that “one last beer”
That causes you to crash
I am that “one last dip”
That brings you AIDS
I am that poop
That stinks up the whole house
I am that drop of rain
When you are walking out of the salon
I am that gush of wind
That sends your sunny dress flying
I am that step you miss before going down
I am that fly
That won’t zip up in public
I am that technical hitch
During a live braodcast
I am the writers block
When you are filing a story
I am the loose button
That pops when you sneeze
Yes,I am the dream away from becoming your nightmare
I found this poem somewhere in my documents, how/why it got there, I don’t know. It’s short but I like it.
I like to imagine you’re mine.
speaking a secret language.
I fixate on your perfect lips
and full moon eyes:
the places your thoughts hide.
I imagine your words,
Then startle at the fluttering of shadows,
forget to breathe.
But it’s not you;
it’s just the hungry branches of trees.