Do not lock me out.

Posted August 25, 2008 from Kenya

The world has many homes That tell me "Leah feel free to visit my home,any time" But there are sixty and seven doors That have told me never to dare.

My fingers are sore from knocking My feet sore from walking My lips are dry from begging My tears are dry,for i have no more.

You don't need that giant padlock For i am weak,no strenghth to break a small one When your children visit me they find no locks And i have never been of harm to them.

Now i will create wings,for your children need me I will not need a visa to fly over your home And when you see me soar up in the sky You will beckon me come down.

Leah Auma Okeyo.

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  • giseliux
    Aug 26, 2008
    Aug 26, 2008

    Dear Leah you are welcome in my home I embrace you Gisela

  • Corine Milano
    Aug 26, 2008
    Aug 26, 2008

    Thank you for sharing, Leah. Once again, a powerful poem from a powerful woman! Love and hugs, Cori

  • Olutosin
    Jan 22, 2009
    Jan 22, 2009

    Leah, I do not have a door in my house, because in my home doors are for debarring goats and hens but I do not rear pets therefore it is of no use to make a door. YOU ARE MOST WELCOME LOVE! olutosin

  • Matilda Moyo
    Feb 09, 2009
    Feb 09, 2009

    I love this! I can't help but wonder what you were going through when you wrote this. What triggers you to write? I would really like to know. I think your poetry is great and thanks for sharing.