I learnt to puff diligently, all manner of leaves.
I said hello and good bye to being authentically who you would have me be.
I sit in lecture halls waiting to grasp what I need and give you what you want of me.
I placed my colourful feathers out for all to see my pride and wide mouth full of would be truths and constructed myths.
I made judgements based in illusion and acted foolishly thinking it were wisdom.
I rolled my eyes at you as I obediently conformed, praying for the day I would be on my own and not alone.
© Cugu Muriuki 2011
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