Shallom Kimanzi
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I love writing!
Stories (7/0)
Why Are You My Whole World
Dear Kansen, All my highs were you, all my lows were you. Every painful memory I have of my teenage years is you, and almost all my favorite memories of high school, you’re in the middle of it. I get Deja Vu when all of our favorite songs are playing, and when all of the lyrics of our favorite songs are sang.
By Shallom Kimanzi3 years ago in Poets
AND THE ENDING IS NOT ALWAYS THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER.
SHALLOM KIMANZI Dear Kasen Jamal, Your last name means beautiful, or handsome, in Swahili, my language, your language, our language. I still think you are beautiful, both inside and out. You have that full bright smile that reveals a perfect set of teeth, the height that always made me look up to you and drown in your honey colored eyes. The way you always touched my braids one by one and told me you think I’m beautiful and all the sweet things I loved to hear, like on that day, when we were fourteen, before our last soccer match when we were in your room, looking at the rest of the neighborhood, you stood behind me, with your hands hugging me from behind and your head resting gently on my head, and you were talking to me about all the things you love about soccer, and in the end you mentioned that you think you love me, and that we should make it official, but I told you to give me time to think about it because I did feel the same way but I wasn’t sure if my friends would like us together and yet you still held on tightly to me that night. I loved you, that I was sure of.
By Shallom Kimanzi4 years ago in Humans