Borders

 From my first collection of poetry, Men Love Chocolates But They Don’t Say.


Borders
The crossing of bodies
Without papers
Is prohibited.
You need the inanimate,
To confirm the living.
It matters not,
Whether your voice can be heard
So long as you’ve a picture
In handbag or pocket,
That can identify you
Tell you, describe you.
You are mute,
It speaks.
All you can do is nod.
Oh child of the Universe
Do you see how foreign you are,
How fallen?

Men Love Chocolates But They Don't Say

 
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2 Responses to Borders

  1. Charles Kibirige June 19, 2008 at 3:37 pm #

    Mildred I am speechless after reading through your various accomplishments, this website being one of them! Wow! What a day in your life and in ours…I am rejoicing with you. I have this Ambrosia story still stuck in my head and boy the Borders peice is simply amazing…what a mind you have there…Do I get permission to write a song about it using some of your beautiful words? I would love to, you know I am currently working on my first song that is spiritual/gospel but I am already inspired to get out in full swing after my recording studio experience, oh yeah! But anyway all I am trying to say I am impressed big time and I dont seem to want to stop writing until you put a limit to how much we have to leave here…hahahaha!! Anyway have a pleasan journey in this web-world and in your career becuase without any doubt you are now cruising girl!! Go Midi! Bravo! God Bless you!

  2. Tope June 17, 2008 at 12:28 pm #

    Read borders…and you’ll see the light!

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