Men are scavengers
They wait for the carnivorous
To hunt and be fed
They shake hands while
Their lips uttering sweet words
Darling sweetheart hun baibz
They calls while
Their Ice-cold-block eyes
Searches behind our shadows
Feel at home,come again
They says but when we come again
And feels at home once twice
Their will be no thrice
For then we find the doors shut on us
Aaah we girls have learnt many thinks
We have learnt to wear many faces
Like dresses
With all of their conforming smiles
Like affixed portrait smiles
And we have learnt too
To laugh with only our teeth
To shake hands without our hearts
Considering the Kikuyu saying
Guthekio ti kwendwuo
Aah for we are the blossoms of the savannah
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