Sunday, January 6, 2013


My home is a chameleon
it can warm
and welcoming
but like long high heat
blowing on my skin
it leaves me restless
I bang on the window
thirsty for my own legacy
hungry for my own spot in the world
I am not a daughter
I am Mukisa
I am an adult
not yet fully grown
but yearning for the knock
of opportunity
to grow
growing pains are a bish
even more so when
growing is stunted
by sweet lies
about the freedom of growth

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