STUDENTS' POETRY CORNER

As we stood at the top of the western hill We watched the damn Butterflies invade There were painted in different colors

How we met

As we stood at the top of the western hill
We watched the damn
Butterflies invade
There were painted in different colors

All looking beautiful
But that was just for a season
So little and yet so enough
But that passed with the winds

In the morning more and more came
They over flowed in our community
Haboured in our houses
It wasn’t long when them in a foreign land
Turned us into foreigners
Made us foreigners in our own states

The smiles that they brought
Turned into the tears of our hearts
The bright colours deemed the
Nimble of our joy

Now we can feel them running our emotions
Guiding us on how to sneeze
They flap their wings in our brains
each morning we try to reach them,
to get rid of them
Their shadows that made you laugh
Are the shadows that make them cry now
They are not the beautiful batterflies we used to know
The sweet little visitor we let into our
Living rooms
Is now the monster at the centre of our nightmare.

Angel Phionah Ampurire is a law student at the University of Rwanda

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SKIN COLOUR

It is as striking as we decide for the colour of our skin
Under the hazy moonlight and the flaming sunshine it’s glaringly fine
Let it stay bold without an afternoon tan
The allure of its dimness confirms our fierceness

As the universe delimits the sculpture of our nature
Every black spot on our skin befits our original gesture
The deepest darkness in our eyes is the worst fear of a fuming lion
The preys we hunt restlessly are our fatal poison

With every inhalation of strength we fight
All the power, bravery and triumphs of a black battling knight
We’ve looked beyond what was told from the dusky past
From then and now black has become the brooding light

Agahozo Olga-Divine is a student at Gashora Girls’ Academy

 

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