Poem 3 | by Abigail Arunga

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Don’t you dare ask me why I beg to touch your face when you wake, as if you
don’t know that you are my morning.
Don’t you dare act like you don’t know that you are my favourite end
to every day.
Lie to the world if you must save face for a childish game, but not to me –
Don’t invalidate my feelings with your pretence. Give in to me and let me feel, or make a decision and let it burn.

Abigail Arunga

Abigail Arunga writes on her site: Akello and is also a columnist on Daily Nation. She has previously published a poetry collection titled Akello and plans on releasing her next book on February 2016.

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