My Medicine.

My Medicine .
My medicine
Is my aspirin.
My medicine
is my doctrine.

People giggle
while I stamble
to my aspirin
sweet rum
sound of drums
Inside my head
refreshments only all day
antidote to painny agonies
desolation , hunger , jelous
and gossiping like wasps .

My medicine lies me dead
all night ,
no worries , no thinking .
but my people worry and
nickname me ” mutamivu “
No ! don’t worry please . Am just under a therapy
Just be happy … I can’t mind wat u do , and what you fight for in this crazy world .

By Ssozi Izaty

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