Essy The Poet

By Esther Jeruto Koros My dear mere girl, my mother sounding mean                 If you go seeking pebbles, you will never get enough So, pick them huge, pick them rough Scour them clean, until they gleam And make your castle, the world to puzzle   My dear mere girl, my mother sounding deep When silence disquiets, don’t be lured by the loud Pay heed to the quiet, that lets on the ghosts   Lift the dense rock, expose the hideous rot For today’s museums, ensue from former scars   My dear mere girl, my mother sounding sanguine The segments that you are, for which you are insomniac Get the audacity to glue, holding each chunk to brew   The greatest goddesses subsisting, clawed deep into the mist   For embracing the shreds, is the journey to wholeness     Thus grew a woman, not just a mere girl Delightfully content, in the castle of her skin   Loving the shreds, ...

By Esther Jeruto Koros In the years of antiquity, began the inequity  An electorate of two, and a nomination of two   I stood as much chance, just as my opponent And the counting, was all daunting I lost to the incumbent, as the caucus determined ‘Your opponent, a full man   And you, a wee man Small by all means, albeit the suffrage right Although your vote was one, and his as well Yours though one, wants in apathy His is one, brawny and not wan’   I in sanguine bolster, conceded to the pollster   Over twenty centuries, two voters seemed to compete   Yet the ‘he’ triumphs, wrecking me in bigotry But all hail! Just wait Of moral nobility I boast, the Second Sex appends    To applaud De Beauvoir, I once again recoup The twenty third century trip, will all be my grip.         © July 2020