Nasambi's blog: 06/07 life as a marble

There are things my mother never told me
I never understood what it meant to be one of the marbles in the box
Taken out every now and then
played with, polished and put back.

She never told me how to be the least favourite marble
the least played with, the least polished
  she never told me how to play along
  with the prettier, more polished marbles

   Still I’ve learned to exist in his box of manhood
   accepted my fate in his collection of multi-coloured
   multi-sized play things

    Exchanged one box for another
    relished my moments in the ring, in his hands
    at play.

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My Post Comments (3 entries)

Tuesday, October 7 2008

Simeon_JM says:

I could have u as my favorite poet. those are strong words

Tuesday, October 7 2008

Simeon_JM says:

I could have u as my favorite poet. those are strong words

Monday, June 25 2007

annaya says:

that's deep.