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Goeth-Institut The Spoken Word Project: Define And Conquer
The Spoken Word Project performance of Define And Conquer is finally out! Yay! 🙂
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We Are!
When you laid to Rest, In Peace, The voices, of my brothers, my sisters, My children. You turned the voices of the living, into the song of the Sikoki, Birthed, in Kenya. When you stole my momentary security. you laid in stone, the solidarity, with which We Are One. When you loved your […]
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Poets In Prison For No Good Reason
Do we need to be careful what we say these days? Or is it where we say it?
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Matter
The time has come where your neighbours matter. Looking after your environment is important, because we’re very close together. In the mystical historys we imagine, where we lived free to roam with the giraffs and had day jobs that involved allot of lounging. -For the purpose of fantacy, we like to leave out infant mortality […]
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I’m Here
I’m here. To sing a song of strength Of which history bears testament. Here to speak up and be present, The evidence of her resilience. I’m here to chop down the tree, Whose seed, I wasn’t in time to bite, To eat, so it would never have sprouted. Here to kill the tree, […]
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Malala 17.10.12
Dear Father, May we be May we be thankful. For the soul that is Malala Yusaifzu. For the courage of one who, selflessly is… Thank you for a world in which, her story is repeated, reported her attackers retorted in voices echoed by religions of all sorts. As a child, she Is courage Seldom found […]
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Guys, I Can’t Afford To Be A Poet.
As a child, at an age six I stopped finding the phrase; “Your a poet and you didn’t even know it” Funny. Because, I did know. Until Twenty Three, I thought it would only be, Only in writing. Then, I did my rounds, sometimes ten in a month. Dues must be paid, when you work with […]
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The Dust She Leaves
But then again, life does go on. So it may not be as serious as it seems. She may not see or breath again, but the dust she leaves will catch sun beams. Her name’s not on a headline, she isn’t famous, or important. She’s beautiful, she catches stares, but then again, there are […]
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The Hypocrites
Tongue twisted. In times of the visually inclined. Praying for the divine to intervine the religious blinds. Which find the sublime in full pockets from tyths off steriotipical disclaimers, towards people in cages, Of any other kind, be they mamed or regionally defined. Dark n Twisties.
Raya Wambui 