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SHE TOLD ME SOMETHING


After the rain is over, sun will shine I will remember the mud we played on And the sand we embraced the looks How cute and beautiful your face is To me, my eyes are open for you to look Into and tell me the mysteries of kisses After, I will take you somewhere For you to dangle in the rain of flowers I met you like a new kingdom of life Never written about anywhere Yet existed somewhere far away Your hands touched me like snails and Tattooed my fear I love your body, so much dearing like A newborn Fawn Just keep kissing me one day I will miss You and your lips will give me company Sweet is your love baby don't remember The patterns and puzzles I asked, I wanted to let you inside my shallow Heart of stones I loved you before heaven existed I loved you before it rained I loved you before I was born Just before my mother met father, I was In love with your humble soul Look at me, twist my fingers and sing Me a lullaby Eat my legs, hands and ears too Cover me out of the harsh worlds Dance the yoga on my spines and caress My young breasts Sometimes I forget to remember My name because your name is my Favorite obsession Sometimes I remember not your wrongs Because I don't want to cry again Will you marry me young man? You've tamed my Wild Heart Will you feel me young ball? My skins are soft and wet between me Will you kiss me young husband? I have lost my wet lips already Will you be mine young God? You kneaded me with you to make a Perfect dough for pan cake Shine on me, I will reflect your real self Darling, I know the world hates us Come take me into a pool on Earth And burry me there I am not sure if I am still virgin You've dug me into detail till morning I love it when you call me Princess You are my Prince and king too! Young God, you stole me fully Nothing is left behind me, I believe in love, I believe in you I love you for real and forever, Don't hurt my heart let's just burn When broken and heal again For we carry sacks of Wild Love.
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Opwonya Joel Onen

Opwonya Joel Onen is a Ugandan poet from Northern part, Acoli land. He is the founder of an international poetry group, POETRY AT HAND INITIATIVE UGANDA based on Facebook and a student undertaking Literature and History. EARLY LIFE. Opwonya Joel Onen was born on 27th November,2001 to Mr. Onen Emmanuel and Mrs Oyella Christine Onen. His early poetry began in 2020 and became known internationally, with his poem 'WHEN I PEN' one of his second hand written poetry album. The poem was translated into a Hindu folks (language) by one of his Indian fan and follower. He however started writing together with one of his friend who passed away on 24th December 2020, Picho Abdallah Khim who was published after his demise in MY COUNTRY AND HER MUSING NEIGHBOURS a East African Anthology. Picho his late friend was born on 24th October,2001 a month before Opwonya's birth. Opwonya also wishes to be an outstanding poet, writer and author of his time. He started writing also some spoken words that is making him a great mind poet in his community. He wrote a spoken word lyrics, an elegy about the death of The Lion Of Mogadishu, Maj. General Paul Lokec which due to some studio false misconduct made the audio to crash on the recording studio database. But all in all he is a spoken word artist who writes in his mother language and currently he's working on his first Spoken Word Dub Poem album entitled GIN MANYEN or A NEW THING or SOMETHING NEW. He is an an Acoli one of the ethnic group of The Luo people in Uganda, North of the country. Opwonya is also a researcher, free thinker and a philosopher basing his studies and thoughts on Culture, Earth, History nd Love. He is also a Pan African growing writer

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