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Listen to me give ear
read my lips if you donot hear.
From your brother and sister,
and you’ll know better.
Listen and give ear
and promise you’ll not fear
your husband or your wife
and respect eacch other all your life.
There’s daylight throughout the year
my daughter and sons of age.
Nev’r fight another,control your rage.
Respect each other ,distribute yor heritage
and pass it to young generation.
I wish i could sing
you a song.
Record its melodies and rhythms
into your heart.
I wish i could write
you a poem.
Type its phrases and paragraphs
into your mind.
So you will cherish them,
and never to forget me.
And remember my words of wisdom
the poems and songs of freedom
written with love not boredom.
What a thing it is to love you
Every little
thing!
Its burning flames
On my skin
But baby it feels so
Good
To
love your every
Way
beginning and end
bad and so sad
I see that charred skin
I am crying out, oh baby, what a thing it is to love you!
And when I love you, the way a woman loves a man
Only one thing can
Be born
My body calling your divinity toward
Narrowed Eyes pitched to your full
Lips
Lips that must, must reach mine
I crave your fullness
Smother you in mine
Begging for just
Momentary freedom
between thighs soft, more than yellow
Bone
What a thing it is to love you
To wish for release
from you in me
or away to go
I cannot have you
Be my love
And I cannot
Let you go
Oh but baby, what a thing it is to love you
Fear is my first memory
I couldn’t tell you when it started
Constant
Falling to the floor,
Tears broke free when they knew better
Pain
I couldn’t tell you why
Perfection was my aim,
I couldn’t tell you how often
Daily,
Sickly sweet cereal poured over my black satin strands
Degradation
I couldn’t tell you why
Protection was not a concern
I couldn’t tell you how that hurt
Gun aimed, my vomit brimming
Enough
But it wasn’t the end
Terror
I couldn’t tell you why
Love was not on offer
I couldn’t tell you how I searched
Constant
Called ugly, useless, slut, f*!@# piece of shit!
Replay
I couldn’t tell you why
Dreams were on hold
I couldn’t tell you how they are forgotten
Lost
Deep punches, left breathless
Haunted
I couldn’t tell you why
Life was unbearable
I couldn’t tell you why I’m here
Broken
Head pounded on a wall
Sadness
I couldn’t tell you why
What I could tell you is everytime though,
I’d hear a ringing thought
“I am Ravona Naidoo”
By whose’s hand was this child slain?
So young at this age and harmless
is it revenge leaving her mother in such pain?
How could men be so godless?
Surely there’s something wrong in Their brain.
Or their hearts are as bold and plain.
They deserve to be amerced with heavy fine.
Though child slain wasn’t mine
my heart ache for that womb she was born.
Though i know not her mother as a friend
am sure she feels the life of those man must end.
For all the pain and tears her child shed,
the child’s life is gone
but her killers inhale well fed in jail.
I mean I write truth in these poems
I the defender
Could find no defence for myself
I was judged by a jury of my peers
And found guilty
Even though he were the accused
I looked to an officer of the peace
But he could offer me none
I searched the systems
And spoke to the Lady
Justice was not shown
You are not beyond reasonable doubt
Now I say these words
They stand in judgment
Jailing you in a rhyme
That holds indisputable TRUTH
This is the only retribution I’m gonna receive
Declarations to the world
Put in a poem
This is my justice
Its poetic justice
Its a far away moment
Even though I’m in it
Pulling strayed bits of strained me
Inability to live presently
Come together
Feel this, its good, come closer
Just when it does, holding it for seconds
Feels good, pull it closer
Pulling into me, losing touch with reality
I can’t stay long,
because I know it will be gone
This moments that’s enough
Telling me I won’t do
Seeing all my wrong
Mourning what’s gone
Hiding myself in myself
Just to keep on
“Lose yourself in the moment”
“You only get one shot”
The moments gone
So am I
Take me away
Let’s go there
I need to go
to get away
I wana feel something
Something new
Look in wonder,
Lay my eyes on unseen
Beauty is difference
let’s go, let’s go see
Itchy feet and empty pockets
Let’s have an adventure
In the sun, or shade, grass or sand
Let’s just go!
Go to anywhere
Let’s go there
Take me there
There where we can feel
Feel anything
You see I’ve said these words many times
Easily
To any who wished to hear
But I’m thinking what does love mean? What does my love mean?
My love is loyal
I’m not saying there won’t be another you
I’m saying I don’t want there to be another you
Its Long lasting, like the Nile
My love is abundant
I’m not saying you haven’t hurt it, and oh you’ve hurt it
But it flows from no end, gushing, like the Victoria falls
My love is hot
I’m not saying it isn’t sometimes cold, because yes it sometimes is
But it burns like a day in the Sahara
My love is uhuru (yeah I said it)
I’m not saying I won’t put you down, because sometimes I want to
But with it you will reach the peaks of Kilimanjaro
My love its for you
What a thing it is to love you
Every little
thing!
Its burning flames
On my skin
But baby it feels so
Good
To
love your every
Way
begining and end
bad and so sad
I see that charred skin
I am crying out, oh baby, what a thing it is to love you!
And when I love you, the way a woman lovvves a man
Only one thing can
Be born
My body calling your divinity toward
Narrowed Eyes pitched to your full
Lips
Lips that must, must reach mine
I crave your fullness
Smother you in mine
Begging for just
Momentary freedom
between thighs soft, more than yellow
Bone
What a thing it is to love you
To wish for release
from you in me
or away to go
I cannot have you
Be my love
And I cannot
Let you go
Oh but baby, what a thing it is to love you
