Labimpe,
You might be away from me my daughter,
But I'm closer to you than you imagine.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans,
Follow the writings of your own hand.
However the logic you start with,
Make your bleeding pen,
Your magic wand.
Patience, is the lying dog
Who doesn't scratch its canine into fresh bones.
Yet, you call it rogue.
Restless, is the stray cat
Who can not hold itself against the rat.
Labimpe,
Exercise patience.
For the world is full of trickery.
Man is blindfolded by love and wealth
If he fails,
He becomes a subject for mockery.
And when he succeed to strive for the highs,
He ends up with a good legacy,
After which he does,
While many strives for mighty ideals,
Dozen falls
Into the pit of cowardice.
Do good,
Especially in the time no one expects you to.
Do not seek or fake attention ;
Or go too crazy in the ride of love.
For in the hands of destiny,
Yours rather, is a mystery to revolve.
Vain as sand in the rove.
Labimpe,
Take heed to the whispers of time.
Gracefully let go the hands of youth.
With or without me,
You are meant to learn, relearn and unlearn.
Live like you want to
Then give like you're out of need.
These are the laws of this very planet.
For every breathing second count.
In these,
Do not distress your heart.
Let the patient dog lay.
For everything manmade will fall apart,
Not now, but verily.
One day.
Do not digress yourself
With dark happenings,
For anxieties are born of fiction weens and findings.
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My Voice, My Choice
Poetry#1 in africanpoetry #6 in racist This poem collection contains various atrocities that happens between mothers and their daughters. 'My Voice, My Choice' is a debate between an educated daughter and her illiterate mother. Experience is the best teac...
