Your suicide is slit wrists
Pokes and piercings
Hunger pangs
Yanking the one you
Thought was yours
Hanging under the mango tree
Ever so green
Yours is eighteen years alive
Spewing the bowels from the crevice of the inner lining
After the fourth bend.
Your suicide is diving headfirst
Into the tar packed gravel
In razor sharp water
Free for all
Freedom from the bounds
Of earthly realms
That Irimu once stomped
Down
Down,yours is a little wet.
by Ray Mwihaki
What do you think?