A Poem by Tshepiso Lekgoro
Your hands are the definition of protection
Your arms a place where I once found home
Your lips, tulips
They grow when you smile
Your eyes like the sky
With stars that bring light
Your hair so grand even if unkempt
Your ears they listen to my lousy and useless rants
You’re my muse
I’m sure to you that’ll come as no news
You’ll judge this for being too rhymy
Huh! I’m out of words now
But the rest really flew
