Bebo

My poetries

Unbroken Circle.
Behind closed doors a man beats his wife,
Alcohol makes him unstable.
Sounds of broken glass and flesh on flesh,
Children cowering under the table.
The police have seen this situation before,
Domestic violence is seen every day.
“Don’t bother put on the siren, Bob,
Let’s get a curry along the way.”
Man let off with a warning.
And told to keep the peace.
“Because we don’t want to bother you again Sir,
and I’m sure you don’t want to bother the police.”
And not once during all this,
Does the man stop to think.
He’s not really an alcoholic,
He just likes a quiet drink.
Apologizing once the drink wears off,
He swears it will never happen again.
Until the next time he has a can:
Inflicting abuse and pain.
Behind closed doors a man beats his wife,
Alcohol makes him forget.
Violent behaviour coming full circle,
And so, the scene is set.

TIME TO MOVE ON
She said she didn’t care if
I was knocked down by a car.
And that out of all her offspring,
I was the most hated by far.
She said that mixing with whites
had fucked up my brain.
And that she would’ve had all girls
if she could live her life again.
And after she’d said all those things,
She’d say it was “The heat of the moment - she hadn’t meant it.”
Well that’s ok, that makes it all better,
Now I can just pretend I dreamt it.
When I moved out, she cried crocodile tears,
And told me I was selfish and ungrateful.
And that she had given me everything, and when
“Sorrow” didn’t work, she turned to “Hateful.”
When family members asked why I wasn’t there for Christmas,
And why the rift between my mother and I was so wide,
I told them, and they listened without really listening,
My mother had already told them her side.
Because she was my mother, I was supposed to take all of this,
Grit my teeth and bear it.
Don’t try passing me the badge of acceptance:
I’ll just refuse to wear it.
I’ve agonised over the years, cried many tears,
Slap spiritual plasters to the wounds, and smooth on.
And I’ve talked to people, wrote many words,
Now it’s time to move on.

JUST BECAUSE
Just because I’m black,
it doesn’t mean I smoke dope.
Or because I’m currently unemployed,
I lack all hope.
Or because I hate my mother,
all women are the same.
Or because my childhood was crap,
all women are to blame.
Just because I look at a woman,
I’m not thinking of rape and assault.
Just because I don’t want to talk,
doesn’t mean that you’re at fault.
Just because I like kids,
doesn’t mean I’ll have some of my Own.
Just because it’s Christmas,
doesn’t mean I’m going home.
Just because I’m male,
doesn’t mean I’ve never cried.
When someone you’ve known for many years
has said their last and died.
Just because I go to sleep tonight,
doesn’t mean in the morning I’ll wake.
Just because money’s offered,
doesn’t mean I’ll take.
Just because I have female friends,
doesn’t mean we are shacking up.
Just because I’m not smiling,
doesn’t mean I’m down on my luck.
Just because we don’t talk every day,
doesn’t mean you’re not my friend.
Just because we argued,
doesn’t mean that it’s the end.
Don’t care about the population at large,
Or person A or B or C.
Don’t compare me with anyone else,
Just compare me with me.
Then Again.
She said that if I upped and left her,
If I dared walk out of her life.
She'd sit down and write a letter.
And then she'd use the knife.
She said she loved me, knew it was blackmail,
But I'd soon learn to love and forgive her.
And that she knew I couldn't live with myself
If I left, and found her floating up the river.
So there I was, indecisive,
Torn between the Devil, and the deep blue sea.
Do I stay with this woman, grudgingly,
Or leave, and wait and see?
Thought about if I left, and she killed herself,
What would I tell her family and friends?:
"I'm sorry but

Uhmm.. right now am stuck because I have a sister who is more likely to drop out of school because of school fees, she is called Christine and she loves school so much and I don't want her to stop in the class I stopped him. She was willing to become a nurse and right now it cann't be because mom is saying the fees is not there for her. As you know Uganda is good but some how heard for us because the government is not the now paying for some fees to the people, its the parent to look for the fees and as we are poor in the family we have to attend to thrid graded school so if you read my english not cool, am sorry because i stopped in the ordinary level and if you wish to give ahand in Christine's educationa and future. you are welcome.
And I tell its not much and I will be happy for all of you who will help her proceed with the school.
Nice time for now.