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October 24, 2018

This comprises of captivating poems compiled and composed by Flavia Machoka, Janet Mbuga, Dera Cham. (Group three)  




She sat at her favorite spot

Who knew she had the same thought,

Her favorite pen and paper at hand,

Her extraordinary brain at work

Her favorite tools set the pace for her work


"I am your friend to the moon and back"

The words that gave her much pain 

Her heart that was of black blood 

She poured on the pages of her work

Her favorite tools set the pace for her work 


Shy betrayed and unnoticed 

Her tools knew the climax of her imagination 

just like the asylum walls knew the secrets of the "depressed"

No one knew the knife had been turned

By the same people she once loved

Her black wounded heart  measure the ink drops on paper 

Her favorite tools set the pace for her work.


This poem is all about a young girl who is in pain and also she has an hidden identity.



                                                                      by :Flavia Machoka - F2




She sat behind  closed doors 

her mind drifted far beyond the sky 

wishing she could see the rays of light 

her hope like a candle in the dark

that was slowly fading away


Her eyes blinded by her tears 

tears of anguish and despair 

but somehow she  knew she 

was to be free from her back

from achieving her dreams


What they thought and said did

not matter to her anymore their lies 

were not going to stop her she believed

in herself and her alone 

she knew she was going to make it


She wiped her tears 

ready to begin the journey 

of untold destination .


this poem is all about a girl who is lost in thoughts and is depressed about her future


                                  by:Janet Mbugua- F1




I was watching the stars last night

then i realized that morning relationships 

are like glasses sometimes its better to leave 

them broken than trying to hurt yourself 

putting it back 

you know what?

the girl who seemed unbreakable is broken 

The girl who always laughed things off cried 

you have ruined my my life ,i guess its time to say 

good bye ...sleep and laziness you have ruined my life ...


This poem is all about a girl who has realized that she has wasted her time and now she has realized her mistakes.

                                                                       by Dera Cham- F3


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