WHAT I’VE LEARNT FROM MY HANDS

My hands have taught me to a bad girlfriend

Mimi hukunja mikono zangu hivi nikijamia boy wangu

Hajui ni nini mbaya na Mimi Lakini neexpect ajue

Na afix vitu kabla siku iishe

Lakini bado nitarudi usiku kumchekesha

Saizo hataki stori yangu juu nilimchokesha

Na ye huniambia ‘’usikasirikange bila kusema Juu mi huhema

Nashangaa Ni siku gani utajifunza hard conversations si hard tukizihave

Stop crossing your hands when you want things done

Hivyo ndio vile relationships huacha kukuwa fun’’

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My hands have taught me that when they come together

To applaud someone else’s success

It doesn’t make me a smaller person

I will clap like thunder

When my friends are lightning

In this storm called who walks on water first

Tell jelousy he can’t live with me any more

I’m paying bigger bills to keep feeding him than I’m doing me

In my own home

It doesn’t make sense to me anymore

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MY HANDS HAVE TAUGHT ME TO RELEASE WHAT IS BEGGING TO LEAVE ME

How many birds have you killed in your hand by trying to protect it

Usiulize mbona mtoi wako amefika 20’s akaflip

Chances are hukumrelease ajue kukuwa free

Ulimweka ndani ya tight grip

Na alichoka. Alichoka kuishi kukuplease

akiwatch dreams zake zikisink Kwa sink ulimtengenezea

Kuspit maneno hukupenda kuskia ata kama hizo ndio speeches moto

Dunia ingeskia kama angetimiza ndoto

The pain of my generation is a generation before them that

Refuses to have conversations where they are wrong

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My hands have taught me another thing

You see these fingers they have spaces in between them

What slips out of them… is history

Like how last year I watched someone leave me

And I can’t say ilikuwa God willing-

Cause alikuwa willing

Kuchukua life yake

Na Kuenda tu hivyo

Na singemconvince kuhold on ata ningemshikilia aje

Alienda tu na nilitry kumpenda juu

Alikuwa amechoka tu

Ill tell you what my hands haven’t taught me

MY HANDS HAVEN’T TAUGHT ME TO HOLD SOMEONE ELSE TOGETHER

THE SKIN THAT CARRIES MY SKELETON CANNOT MELT INTO THE STUFF THAT

REACHES INTO SOMEONE’S SOUL AND PAINTS A PICTURE OF A BETTER TOMORROW FOR THEM

I am just as human as he was that day and I did what any humane person does when they feel the world is fragile as fuck

I CRIED.

No hands of mine have taught me to cry.

No auntie of mine has fully bid my grand dad goodbye.

Pain can be hard to sooth with words walai

Sometimes all someone needs is for you to hold their hand

Not just once, but until the wild thoughts in their heads

Have endless commercial breaks of many little moments that felt right

Because you were there for them

My two cents tonight:

 be there for them.

Click below to watch full poem performance

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W7PVS4pTNaE&t=1s