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Christopher Kudyahakudadirwe

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Poem "From The Inside Looking In":
- written September 2009
- published October 1, 2009
- viewed 20 times

Other poems by Christopher Kudyahakudadirwe:
»A Prayer for Transformation«
»A Question of Beauty«
»A Sketch of Democracy«
»Amidst the Boring Brown«
»At The Golf Course ' 97«
»Crime and grime«
»Doomed Destiny«
»Dreaming In Limbo«
»Easy Crossing the Balustrade«
»Emerging Images«
»End of Time«
»Fading Hope«
»Friendship«
»Hopelessness«
»If you turn the pages...«
»In The Name Of Freedom«
»Legend Brother«
»Let it not be said then (an English sonnet)«
»Life's Order«
»Listen«
»Loneliness«
»Love, My Friends (an English sonnet)«
»More Blessings«
»Mother Africa«
»Mothers, Women, Wives«
»No more«
»Of misery and Anguish«
»Old Man«
»On Saying Goodbye«
»Once Upon A time«
»Our Golden Girl«
»Political Condoms«
»Relationships«
»Sing Our Song«
»Street Child«
»Sweet Bondage«
»Take The Bull By The Horns«
»The 'Human Garbage'«
»The 'X' of Exile«
»The Brown Messiah«
»The Cold Day Unveils«
»The Knocking Woodpecker«
»The meaning of loneliness«
»The Poets Have Spoken«
»The Prison I'm Not In«
»The Way«
»Things I Miss In Exile«
»This Life - An Oxymoron«
»True Love«
»When in your eyes It looks«
»When the end beckons«
»Zany«


»From The Inside Looking In«

by Christopher Kudyahakudadirwe

I have cleaned my outside
I have dusted the dust there
I have to look inside
Polish all the staining grime
Make all this a turning point
From a life so poignantly
Unrealistic and unrewarding,
A life dogged by misery
A life cryptically varied
So let me be born again
A new beginning from the inside
Looking out of the stained window!

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  •  Hettie Van Zyl: "yes Chris if the dirt in the inside is cleaned up,then you see things as through a cleaned window specialy when we look at others.Great poem."