Eyes Beneath My Nose
Searching for my ways,
To let love give me life,
But I find many days,
For anybody to be my wife.
Walking down the streets,
Expecting one day to see,
But I found no meat,
As I walked along the sea.
Scratching my teeth,
Hoping to find some hope,
It is like a death,
Where there is no dope.
If at least I could've known,
That what is I is me,
I could've really thrown,
The long laughter in me.
poem by Dickson Mseti
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