#fantasyzakirasta II… Mwas munyala

Holding a glass of whisky
And a bunch of notes.
Holding my thoughts
& a bunch of feelings
My balls.. And a bunch of goals
A bottle of captain
& a few brands of humans
& among them a queen
I knew much of my mind conspired with lust
But then.. Somethings are worth life itself
And she.. Among heavens and earth and all that belongs
Was a star
Bright in day and night
I was off words,
Drowned in my fantasies
#fantasy za kirasta

Dear Mirror… By mwas munyala

I wonder why you don’t choose to fall
Yet you’ll be many when you do
I thought He said

Go ye forth and multiply

So mirror
How be you so different
Shutter
Go down and scatter your pieces
For every time you keep reminding me of what I am
And most times I don’t want to know
Most times I know I’m black but I want to feel white
Sometimes I want blue eyes
Other times I want biceps so I can be that guy,
Or at least a tummy so I get respect, sometimes I want yellow to feel orange and you keep flashing me the true colors every time I pass by
Would you let me for a while to believe that
So Shutter glass..
Drop yourself down and fulfill the promise

Multiply

So every piece of you speaks differently