Leena Amwaalwa Poems

Thank you.
Thank you for your presence in our lives.
Thank you for easing our pains and soothing overwhelmed hearts.
Thank you for mending broken souls and fixing our insecurities.
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Mine is not your smartphone-age flamboyance.
Mine is not your modern 'here-today-gone-tomorrow' kind.
It lies not in my step,
But in the rhythm of my voice.
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Today we celebrate a champion,
We celebrate a gladiator.
We celebrate a virtuous woman,
My food bank and my mother's daughter.
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Your interests may be trash to someone else,
and vice versa.
That doesn't make you wrong or them right,
but different.
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It came bearing gifts.
Gifts of destruction and death.
It came hauling notices.
Layoffs, suspensions and evictions.
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A good man taught me to never put people in social standing categories. To accept others for who they are and to be kind to everyone.
Now I'm no saint, but I do my best.
A caring woman taught me to never use my privileges in life as a means to belittle people.
I'm no saint, but I'll hold on to that principle.
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She's beautiful,
She's brave,
She's a gem,
And a certified geek.
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I'm not you, and you'll never be me.
I advocate for causes that are dear to my heart.
See, I root for things that makes me happy.
I love 'wordsmithism', books, poetry, art,
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Don't belittle me, get to know me first.
I'm no saint, but I know I have a good heart.
Don't look down on people, not even at their shoes.
I may have a small head but I'm not dull.
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Success is not measured by how much wealth we own.
Success is not the type of education or qualifications to our credit.
Success is not the amount of money in our bank accounts.
In fact, if you can count it then it is not success.
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