Kisenyi is busy with life
Clouds part to take a breath
And for a moment, we see sun.

How do I write about
Naked babies standing in
Shit and mud, and at the
Same time, their smiles
Bright with teeth?

How do I tell the truth
About these places -
That they are beautiful
But also, that people need
Homes, that they shit in the open
and sleep on cardboard.

It is a strange thing
To be moved to tears
By beauty, or humanity,
Amidst such chaos.

What do I do with those tears?
What am I to make of them?

Perhaps they have been waiting
Witnessing evictions, death
And homelessness. Perhaps
They come because facing such
Injustice, facing death
There is song, dance, hope.


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