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I'm only 14

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Though I rant and rave
And get these feelings
Of hurt and grief
Though I want to cry
But have to dry
These tears in me
In a well of pain and hurt
Though I smile at you
But hide my face
Coz am shy of the blemish that life has put
Of my childhood
So trodden and trampled
And on dust it lays
Of my memories
That I’m scared of forgetting
And cannot indulge in either
Sometimes even I forget
That I’m only 14

Am up early
Prepare my sibling and myself
Prepare the breakfast and our cell
I mean our home
He wasn’t there last night
So I slept just fine
’twas one of the few nights
That he missed being at home
We are off to school
A long day for me
I think of books
And work to do
I think of dinner
And what to cook
Though lunch we missed
It doesn’t count
It’s 5 o’clock, we are out of school
For me it means
I’m not 14

I try, I try
I try real hard
To fit in my role as snug as I can
A mother I become for a couple of hours
And that
Am fine with
I cook, I feed,
I give a bath
I lay to sleep
These “kids” I have
And that am fine with
But later a wife
With conjugal obligation to satisfy
And he prods and pries and forces himself
The fight is constant
The fears are real
The hate, the hate is so much
I can feel it in my mouth
I’m only 14, a wife not a mother not
But a daughter to this man

So now I hope you understand why
I smile with my mouth
And cry with my heart
And with my eyes stare bleakly
At a future I see not
But at the pain that has been caused

I hope you understand when
You see me on the streets
Parading all my things
Or hawking for some pimp
Am just trying to
Take care of my “kids”

I hope you understand when
I ask for help in raising these kids
Coz though I’m only 14
Am read to lay low and die
So I’m kindly asking if you
Can take them through this system
Take them through life

I hope you understand when
I say I can’t take no more
Of this emotional physical
And psychological torture
Of this life,
The constant reminder
Of what transpires
Of the fact that
I lived not as a girl
Though I’m not yet a woman
Of the truth that I want
To live not
Though I’m only 14
I hope you understand

Wanjiku Mwaurah

Featured Poem:

The Fall

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Fall
Like these waters
Fall
Stumble down from up above and
Fall
Trip on your lace and let go
Because by so doing you connect with nature
Fall
Let words scramble out of your mouth
Fall
Let emotions spill from your heart
Fall
May reason overflow from your conscience
Fall.
And the rise to show them all you learned

Fall
Open up your eyes and see
Fall
Learn to love without holding back
Fall
Take a moment to catch your breath
Fall
Let someone else show you they care
Fall
Hurt not your back but just your stance
Fall
Close your eyes and see the light
Fall
And see the world from down below
Just Fall

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Biography

Wanjiku Mwaurah is an African pearl. She has graced numerous performance stages; she has performed alongside some of the leading  African poets like Mphutlane Wa Bofelo (South Africa), Qbibo Intalektual (Swaziland) Napo Masheane (South Africa) at the Johannesburg Arts Alive international festival, held in Johannesburg in 2010. She also graced the stage  at Arusha Poetry club among other events.

She goes beyond poetry and has been heartily involved in awareness raising campaigns for the cerebral palsy condition (art4acause – 2010), while playing mentor and role model to many upcoming artists in the field.

She has achieved a lot; having been crowned Slam Africa Queen (Aug 2009), named as the featured poet severally at Kwani Open Mic, Poetry Spot, Jukwaani Festival in 2009, Sawa Sawa Festival  2011, SAMOSA festival 2012 and was one of the guest artists at a highly charged poetry night at the Story Moja Hay Festival 2012.

Her book, The Flow of My Soul  is a bridge between her spoken word and reflections of a times before her. Currently, she writes screen plays  and facilitates poetry workshops  as well as performing.

Wanjiku Mwaurah

wanjiku mwaurah
wanjiku mwaurah

Biography

Wanjiku Mwaurah is an African pearl. She has graced numerous performance stages; she has performed alongside some of the leading  African poets like Mphutlane Wa Bofelo (South Africa), Qbibo Intalektual (Swaziland) Napo Masheane (South Africa) at the Johannesburg Arts Alive international festival, held in Johannesburg in 2010. She also graced the stage  at Arusha Poetry club among other events.

She goes beyond poetry and has been heartily involved in awareness raising campaigns for the cerebral palsy condition (art4acause – 2010), while playing mentor and role model to many upcoming artists in the field.

She has achieved a lot; having been crowned Slam Africa Queen (Aug 2009), named as the featured poet severally at Kwani Open Mic, Poetry Spot, Jukwaani Festival in 2009, Sawa Sawa Festival  2011, SAMOSA festival 2012 and was one of the guest artists at a highly charged poetry night at the Story Moja Hay Festival 2012.

Her book, The Flow of My Soul  is a bridge between her spoken word and reflections of a times before her. Currently, she writes screen plays  and facilitates poetry workshops  as well as performing.

I'm only 14

Enlarge poem

Though I rant and rave
And get these feelings
Of hurt and grief
Though I want to cry
But have to dry
These tears in me
In a well of pain and hurt
Though I smile at you
But hide my face
Coz am shy of the blemish that life has put
Of my childhood
So trodden and trampled
And on dust it lays
Of my memories
That I’m scared of forgetting
And cannot indulge in either
Sometimes even I forget
That I’m only 14

Am up early
Prepare my sibling and myself
Prepare the breakfast and our cell
I mean our home
He wasn’t there last night
So I slept just fine
’twas one of the few nights
That he missed being at home
We are off to school
A long day for me
I think of books
And work to do
I think of dinner
And what to cook
Though lunch we missed
It doesn’t count
It’s 5 o’clock, we are out of school
For me it means
I’m not 14

I try, I try
I try real hard
To fit in my role as snug as I can
A mother I become for a couple of hours
And that
Am fine with
I cook, I feed,
I give a bath
I lay to sleep
These “kids” I have
And that am fine with
But later a wife
With conjugal obligation to satisfy
And he prods and pries and forces himself
The fight is constant
The fears are real
The hate, the hate is so much
I can feel it in my mouth
I’m only 14, a wife not a mother not
But a daughter to this man

So now I hope you understand why
I smile with my mouth
And cry with my heart
And with my eyes stare bleakly
At a future I see not
But at the pain that has been caused

I hope you understand when
You see me on the streets
Parading all my things
Or hawking for some pimp
Am just trying to
Take care of my “kids”

I hope you understand when
I ask for help in raising these kids
Coz though I’m only 14
Am read to lay low and die
So I’m kindly asking if you
Can take them through this system
Take them through life

I hope you understand when
I say I can’t take no more
Of this emotional physical
And psychological torture
Of this life,
The constant reminder
Of what transpires
Of the fact that
I lived not as a girl
Though I’m not yet a woman
Of the truth that I want
To live not
Though I’m only 14
I hope you understand

Featured Poem:

The Fall

Enlarge poem

Fall
Like these waters
Fall
Stumble down from up above and
Fall
Trip on your lace and let go
Because by so doing you connect with nature
Fall
Let words scramble out of your mouth
Fall
Let emotions spill from your heart
Fall
May reason overflow from your conscience
Fall.
And the rise to show them all you learned

Fall
Open up your eyes and see
Fall
Learn to love without holding back
Fall
Take a moment to catch your breath
Fall
Let someone else show you they care
Fall
Hurt not your back but just your stance
Fall
Close your eyes and see the light
Fall
And see the world from down below
Just Fall

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (3)
  • Pride (2)
  • Optimism (4)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (3)
  • Reflection (1)
  • Captivation (2)
  • Peace (2)
  • Amusement (2)
  • Sorrow (1)
  • Vigour (1)
  • Hope (3)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (1)
  • Jubilation (0)

I'm only 14

Enlarge poem

Though I rant and rave
And get these feelings
Of hurt and grief
Though I want to cry
But have to dry
These tears in me
In a well of pain and hurt
Though I smile at you
But hide my face
Coz am shy of the blemish that life has put
Of my childhood
So trodden and trampled
And on dust it lays
Of my memories
That I’m scared of forgetting
And cannot indulge in either
Sometimes even I forget
That I’m only 14

Am up early
Prepare my sibling and myself
Prepare the breakfast and our cell
I mean our home
He wasn’t there last night
So I slept just fine
’twas one of the few nights
That he missed being at home
We are off to school
A long day for me
I think of books
And work to do
I think of dinner
And what to cook
Though lunch we missed
It doesn’t count
It’s 5 o’clock, we are out of school
For me it means
I’m not 14

I try, I try
I try real hard
To fit in my role as snug as I can
A mother I become for a couple of hours
And that
Am fine with
I cook, I feed,
I give a bath
I lay to sleep
These “kids” I have
And that am fine with
But later a wife
With conjugal obligation to satisfy
And he prods and pries and forces himself
The fight is constant
The fears are real
The hate, the hate is so much
I can feel it in my mouth
I’m only 14, a wife not a mother not
But a daughter to this man

So now I hope you understand why
I smile with my mouth
And cry with my heart
And with my eyes stare bleakly
At a future I see not
But at the pain that has been caused

I hope you understand when
You see me on the streets
Parading all my things
Or hawking for some pimp
Am just trying to
Take care of my “kids”

I hope you understand when
I ask for help in raising these kids
Coz though I’m only 14
Am read to lay low and die
So I’m kindly asking if you
Can take them through this system
Take them through life

I hope you understand when
I say I can’t take no more
Of this emotional physical
And psychological torture
Of this life,
The constant reminder
Of what transpires
Of the fact that
I lived not as a girl
Though I’m not yet a woman
Of the truth that I want
To live not
Though I’m only 14
I hope you understand

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