When I was a teenager and I needed something to make sense, I wrote it down in a poem.
In 1994, during the Rwanda genocide, I was in school and wrote a story and poem about it, and read it to the class.
When I couldn't stand the behaviour of certain girls in my dormitory, I wrote about them in poetry and some even cried.
When I tried to battle with adolescence, puberty and libidos, I wrote it down in poetry.
When I travelled to a new place as an adult, I wrote about the border, the airport security checks and any new words, I learned in that language.
Poetry, while it used to just about me, and how I felt, until I realised that such potency will never remain in a vacuum.
Poetry is stateless and does not conform. It travels where it wants and settles where it wants.
Bless!
Bev.
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