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Ode to myself

May 21, 2013 By Leave a Comment

No words will ever describe,
Your beautiful description.
Your image pierces an unexpected distraction.
My God, you are beautiful!
How are you able to deny that?!
Muhle intombazane, Aḻakāṉa

Golden glow, more than a suns kiss
Soft smooth stretched bronze
Scents of cocoa, sweetness and spices
Decorated with strips and stripes
Cautious to a hands touch,

Belowing black mass of mess
Fingers run in unrefined silk
Staining pillows with flower smells
A crown on a boredroom princess
Enthrall, entangle, ebony

Brown eyes and big smiles
Full cheeks n dimpled sides
Dimpled everything.
Unprecedented voluptuousness
Filling, struggling, tugging, squeezing
Mocked and worshiped

Small hands, worked feet
Deep voiced and bright mind

You are a beautiful woman.
Believe it.

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Tomorrow

May 20, 2013 By Leave a Comment

Tomorrow called my name aloud
Said it true and said it proud
Said it with the will of one
Who knows his duty done

Tomorrow called my name aloud
Hiding truth behind that bitter shroud
Knowing that the words he said
Would fill my ice-cold heart with dread

Tomorrow did his duty true
Brave and cold and knew
that life would never be the same again
once I knew of Tomorrow’s gain

Tomorrow trembled as he saw my eyes
Saw the fear and saw the wise
and knew I knew the message true
and what his words would bring me to

I saw Tomorrow regret the day
that he took a young girl’s hope away
I saw him weep and plead
For a young child’s hollow seed

The branch that would never grow
never simple blossoms know
Instead would lie in Forever’s hands,
Tomorrow’s and his ally,
Death.

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Begging to die

May 19, 2013 By Leave a Comment

The day breaks but it has no meaning,
We find no reason to live.
Hunger is unbearable but it already seems normal.
We live in shelter not suitable for humans.
Are we worth anything?
Do we mean something to anyone?
The world produces twice as much needed but we see no evidence of this.
Our Babies have no milk to drink and they die of hunger.
Watching our children’s hunger is worse than death itself.
Our leaders have abandoned us.
Humanity has abandoned us.
Where do we go?
What do we eat?
What do we do?
All we can do is cry for help but it falls on deaf ears.
There is nothing we can do but beg for death.
Life is not worth living.

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Dearest Dorothy

May 17, 2013 By Leave a Comment

Dearest, do you make flowers bloom in the days
And meet angels in the nights?

I heard beauty lives upon your face,
But not beauty of sufficient end…
Beauty of natural depth

They say, your mind too kind to exist with hate
Your eyes too bright to see the dark

But beloved, will you gaze upon your heart and find me there?
Will you gaze upon your mind and dream me there?

Upon these eyes, gaze awhile, dream awhile
For longer than awhile… my eyes will die

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Kunta Kintes

May 14, 2013 By Leave a Comment

The black man, dark and shinning,
shining so bright like a piece of
china ware.
The black man, dark in the body but plain in
the mind, yes! It is not black magic, but a
personal choice to be plain hearted, like
saint Peter and other saints.
For a black man can also be dark hearted
if he chooses.

Colour is not a barrier, because if you call
me a black monkey and I call you a white
pig, we will both be dark hearted. I the relation
of the slaves taken across the Atlantic , is now a
black president, it is not colour, so if you are a kunta kinte,
don’t call your brother a white maggot .
A real Kunta Kinte has forgotten the slavery encounter
,he has forgiven too, it is a world for humanity as one
,yes it is.Am proud to be a Kunta Kinte.

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ERA OF selfinflicted CONFUSION

May 12, 2013 By Leave a Comment

you CRITICIZE ME FOR I SPEAK NOT MY MOTHER TONGUE
you are the cause.

you ABHOR ME FOR I AM DIFFERENT TO YOU
you are not comfortable in your own skin.

you DO NOT SPEAK MY LANGUAGE
it is difficult for you to learn.

you HAVE MULTIPLE HOUSES ALL OVER THE WORLD BUT
you do not have a home

you TRAVEL ALL OVER THE WORLD YET
you have never been to you.

you BENEFITED FROM YOUR RIGHTS AND EVEN OTHER PEOPLE’S RIGHTS
you are still weak.

you SAY YOU LOVE YOUR FAMILY
you do not know what love is.

you HAVE A WIFE AND CHILDREN YET
you still frequent brothels and strip clubs.

you DEMAND RESPECT YET
you do not respect yourself.

you REFUSE TO LISTEN BUT
you want to be heard.

you SPEAK ABOUT THE LIGHT YET
your heart is as dark as the place you come from.

REDEEM YOURSELF FELLOW BEING TAKE A JOURNEY TO SELF.

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Betrayal

May 8, 2013 By Leave a Comment

All you have been is a waste.
You never once stood up for me.
Your existence was my failure,undoing, and punishment.
Just a damn tool for others plans of destruction or pleasure
A masterful escape route for uncontainable anger
Yet now again you will not stand for me?!

No I say to supple forms n mountain bossoms!
To softness shaded purple and blue
To guilt to shame to disgust
What are you? Failure!
I wish to return you, I wish you were not me.

Filth.

Wathintha abafazi, Wathintha imbokodo? Ha.
Every curve yelling out weakness.
Take it back! Take it all back!
Trade in bountiful backsides n tender lips, for broad backs n big hands.
I cannot be your victim.

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Secrecy Bill

May 7, 2013 By Leave a Comment

White paper burns, as hot as a flame
Just printing with censors, not the governments shame
The red in our flag, is it the colour of blood?
Of our human rights, flowing away like a flood?

Don’t hide away, let us see the corruption
The country must not go deeper, no economic suction
But as a united country, we must not yield
We must play the best with the cards we are dealed

So let’s turn our pages into pages of truth
With plain hard facts, understood without being a sleuth
Eliminate the cowardly cloud of secrecy that’s hovering,
We must protest and demand to see what they’re covering

We must know about bribery, corruption and dealings
Doesn’t it take away our expression and feelings?
This bill can prosecute a journalist or a whistleblower
For telling their secrets, could we sink any lower?

In these dark times, where is the light
Oblivious to what’s going on, how can we fight?

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Remote control

May 3, 2013 By Leave a Comment

Oupa has rigid skin.
His softness, long since disappeared.
His shadow reeks of balms,
lotions, oil, scented soaps, cod-liver.
Shapes become tinged and bitter…

Tiny notions,
multiplied to become devouring oceans,
of salt-water tears and fresh-water fears.
He called up to heaven,
he settled into a peculiar divide.
Bitter beings choking on beautiful pride…

Broken knowledge passed into the children’s brains,
all while pointing his crooked finger towards the way.
He manufactured them,
then left them in his wake.
So they grew up and repeated every mistake…
Pride was so easy to swallow,
easier than the essence of life.
His old tongue turned black;
His black heart turned back;
His chest cavity resisted every attack.

His gift…

Oupa sits on the barren stoep.
He is alone now.
The children never forgave,
they never visited the grave.
He remembers it all,
in his own peculiar way.

The passage of time diluted by miscarriages,
Miscommunication,
Misdirection,
Misbegotten…

He controlled all of them,
his whole life long.
But now,
surrounded by this strange place,
he sits where nothing is possible anymore.

Remote…

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Empty

May 1, 2013 By Leave a Comment

Empty tears that fall from empty eyes
Silenced lips that speak no life
Darkened heart crushed by man’s defeat
Search for truth and vow
Clear as shadow water
Your hope, the silver string of time
Your spirit, the phoenix of decline

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