History

By Manzi Le Poète

Mom made me, hound made a little dog 

God made mom and my past made 

my history.

History are every one of the things 

occurred previously. 

My history as Black is more awful and my history as 

Rwandan is most noticeably bad. 

i’ve cried a great deal 

I endured a great deal. Really I abhor 

my history and this directs me 

to keep it well for memory, my history 

made my days dull, my history made 

my life loaded with grieves , my history 

made me hungry for hundred days, my 

history made me say goodbye to the

one I never knew. 

My history made my 

Granny puppy’s lunch for 100days. 

I’ve thumped down, pursued here and there 

because of my identity and the way I’m 

shaped .

We didn’t get our parent’s affection

as it was assumed coz of the history.

I’m the father of myself,

i’m simply the mother of my coz of 

the history . 

History, history I despise u once more, you made me 

your detainee, History you made me an 

vagrant, you made father a detainee. History 

you made mom slaughter dad might be she was frantic   

History you put the city down.

In any case, my 

tears made my quality and the absence of my 

relatives made me work for their pride. 

My days are 

presently brilliant the sun is currently sparkling for the present also, the future . 

God mends for real, History I used to despise you however at this point I truly 

welcome the experience you gave which made me 

work to fill the holes, and the point of confinement is  no longer the sky. 

Presently I realize the extraordinary present I have today is on the grounds that 

of the awful past I had. 

Rwanda is presently remade; Rwanda is currently sparkling not as gold however more.

Rwanda which is currently reconstructed is 

Rwanda of expectation, 

Rwanda of harmony,

Rwanda of riches, 

Rwanda of security. 

Rwanda is home 

home is sweet and 

I adore home  Home sweet home 

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