Forbidden looks across shallow waters,
unheard words, spoken out loud bring
silence like a drum. Boom! Boom! Boom! The
crowd goes silent.
Hard feet crushing anthills at dusk, and the
sound of day break, she goes to him, to them.
Strong and firm like the mighty oak tree, on
his branches she finds shelter. She can
breathe.
Forbidden looks across shallow waters,
unheard words, spoken out loud bring
silence like a drum. Boom! Boom! Boom! The
crowd goes silent.
Soil soaked after the rain, like her face gets
sometimes. Doors kicked down from the
outside to let her get a glimpse of Mam’
Shabangu’s rose bushes.
Even amongst all the thornes, beauty remains.
She recalls the pain when she pricked her
finger once. Beauty can make u bleed too. She
laughed at herself.
Forbidden looks across shallow waters,
unheard words, spoken out loud bring
silence like a drum. Boom! Boom! Boom! The
crowd goes silent. She goes silent.
Looks across the waters soften, the waters
soften, the scabs soften, her grasp on the
branches soften. She’s feels she is what she
is. She’s beautiful within her thornes.
She stops
Silent like the drum
Dear Society
Write a letter to Misconception
Telling her softly that we understand
Tell her we knew the struggle of acceptance
Made for the sabotage created
By an innocent hand
Send a note to those caught in the conflict
Soothing their hearts with the knowledge of
This not being part of the plan
Segregated from hope
From love –
Society’s misfit was banned
They planted seeds of happiness
– Sacred deeds involving ovaries –
Fertilizing the blackness
All for reasons beyond their time
Which hide in their ignorance to
Justify the madness
In actions unaccounted for
Chemical imbalances promote
Carnal desires to explore
Their naïve need for more
Juvenile passion excuses the
Sensibility to be sure
– Now her belly grows –
Along with the misery
Guilt denies the truth that beats beneath
– Her bible tells her no –
But still she’s tempted by the thief
With the wire hanger who gives hope of
Reversing her bastard tragedy
– Then society would call her a hoe –
To be mummified by the stereotypes while
The absent father’s slate remained clean
And so with the rage
Morning sickness and unadulterated shame
purity
poisoned
produced
percolated
pain
Simmering on her soul’s stove-plate
Her mind now concocts ideas of revenge
Dangling her feet of the cliff of vengeance
A bruised heart speaks a pledge while
Dumping the newborn baby
On [his] family’s doorstep
But the booze and fear made her forget
Such a turn of unfortunate events and
She finds herself now pleading in court saying,
“Yes your honour, I was forced onto the bed…â€
And the man she met was condemned
She fled
Write a letter to Insecurity
Telling him softly that we understand
Tell him we knew the struggle of responsibility
Made for the absence created
By an innocent man
Send a note to those caught in the conflict
Soothing their hearts with the knowledge of
This not being part of the plan
Segregated from hope
From redemption –
Society’s misfit was banned
An adolescent youngster
Basking in peer-pressured achievements but
Fear decayed his actions when he asked her
Am I [a] baby’s father?
The truth behind her lie
Would strip him of the former –
Glory – lost in the hangover
And the unwise cold shoulder he gave
When she phoned he and he ignored her
Am I [that] baby’s father?
Confusion covered coherency
His brain registers a future dead to peace
Failed attempts to run to false freedom
To save the remnants of his minority
And thus this
His perceived execution
Hope found dead in responses lacking reason
Making for failed retribution
Social hot topics leaving a mind polluted with
Perspectives for the cowardly and
It would be years before he knew this
He whispered curses directed at his seed
For all that he could have been amounted and
Translated into the shrill of
A baby born to infidelity
Write a letter to Consequences
Telling them softly that we understand
Tell them we knew the struggle for wisdom
Made for the errors created
Through spontaneous hands
Send a note to those caught in the conflict
Soothing their hearts with the knowledge of
This not being part of the plan
Segregated from compassion
From tolerance –
Society’s misfits were banned
Shunned by the masses in remorseful exhales
Misconception lost all she hoped to keep
Since her dignity was retailed
Now she
Figurehead for the female fueled by
Philosophical details which
Dictated her situation to be a fail
For Misconception became a video vixen
A broken mentality’s product and
The money was meant to fix it
Tomorrow just an illusion
That leaves present reality twisted –
She snorts two lines and chuckles;
Thinking of love and how she missed it
Boxed inside the contents of
Decisions rather left unopened
She fell to her –
doom
Ignorantly as she mingles with the tokens of
Rejection and misinterpreted pain
– Blindsided rage –
She cursed God
Man
And [a] baby for becoming this way
And this all started back in a nightclub with a
“Hey… my name isâ€
Sex Goddess
She’s a sex goddess
Venus herself
with her straight body
not a curve in sight
flat-chested as she is
the men salivate
they fall in line
grown men lose
their way
baby soft skin
bashful and sweet
sold to the highest bidder
big eyed wonder
tomorrow she turns eight
The flame of rememberance
The flame that reminds us of our doings
The pain we have inflicted on others
The challenges we have been through
and the hurdles that are still ahead
The flame that keeps burning in us
with sparks of hope and a light of perserverance
The warmth of faith and the brightness of a better tomorrow
The flame that reminds us of our weaknesses and faults
The flame that reminds us of situations we can’t control or change,
our hleplesness and frustrations
The flame that reminds us of the
cosequences of our decisions and actions,
our misjudgements and foolishness
The flame that reminds us of our imperfections
And that we are only just human,
loaded with a bunch of faults and a
bigger room for improvement and corrections
The flame that reminds us that we are still here
for a mission,reason and speciality
that ought to be accomplished
The flame that reminds us that we are more than
we think we are
We are yet to discover our inner man
our inner ability,talents an gifts
The flame that reminds us that today is gone
Tomorrow is a gift we might not receive
but hope to get
That bygones are bygones
The flame that reminds us that
we can start all over again tomorrow
I will look back
I wil look back at my life
At my past and yesterday
I will look back at all that has crossed path with me
at the intercession of life
I will look back at my dreams
all that I have managed to dream with my eyes opened
and all that remained only as dreams and only came
at the close of my eyelids under the warm shinning summer’s moon
on the beautiful glowing with glister black dress
I will look back at all the folks with their different strokes
that I have met and soon had to part with
as such is life,season for reason and those
that have stuck with me and are deeply rooted in my being
I will look back at the lessons I have collected thus far
some carved on my skin and bones,
whilst others rooted deeply in my heart and flowing
to the veins of my brain as a constant reminder of life’s curves,
hills,thorns,blades and swords
I will look back at the lines that run deep on my face,
due to the manier times I have smiled and laughed.
Little Boy YOU
Little Girl ME
To
Little Boy YOU.
I see your pain.
Screan cry hurt.
I hurt
You hurt
We hurt.
The blows-
The physical the verbal
Hitting Killing Hurting
The pain the pain the pain.
The tears –
Little Boy YOU
Let little Girl ME
Dry your tears hold you hug you
Hold you hug you heal you.
Rant and Rave
Kick and scream.
Hold you hold you hold you
Hug me hug me hide me.
Hide
From the anger
Hide
From the pain.
Search search search
Reach reach
For the past.
Patch the pain from the past.
Liltle Boy YOU
Holding little girl ME
Kissing
Hugging
Caressing
Touching the pain.
Tenderly touching the pain.
Wings to fly
If there were wings,
Wings for me to fly,
If I could fly high, into the sky
Beyond the blue sky would I fly
If there were wings
Wings for me to fly
If simply I could,
I would fly and leave the pain behind,
I would fly and never come back.
If there were wings to fly
I would fly up high above
The mountains
I would fly and never look back.
Oh! Wings protection of a bird,
Why don’t you take me beyond
Where there is no hatred tears or sorrow
Save me from this world’s pain and suffering
imali iPHEPHA ELINOMDWEBO
Mali, mali, mali ndini
Hayi mali sidakwamizwa ndini
Odaka omkhulu, ogogo
Nabo malume, naba shana babo
Futhi mali, unebhabhalazi elingapheli…
Mali uhlukanisa imindeni
Bonke abantu bafuna wena mali
Yintoni imfihlo yako mali
Mali ndini buyela lapho ophuma khona
Baphelile abantu bakithi,
befuna wena mali!
The green, green grass of Mr Mashiloane
Life in Jozi is good so far,
I got a job and made some friends
Among those friends is an elderly man
Who stay in the heart of Ebony pack
There is some thing about this guy
Though He has gaffes like every man,
And I can quote the booze for one,
He drink’s his beer like its tape water
What caught my eye about this guy?
The green, green grass out side his house,
It cashes eye from far away,
“This is no ordinary loon†he says,
“It is the green, green grass from Canada landsâ€
“I don’t want paper or any trash
Anywhere near the green, green grassâ€
It’s always cut, and fairly cute
No dog or rat plays on it,
They understand it’s not a toy
Qinisa ifokotho mfondini
Vukani mawethu…,vukani
iXhesha lixhatshwe yinja
uneNdlebe nje unetyala
iLiso lona liyabona
Kodwa wena uyimfhama
Abanye bancgwatye bephila
uKhakhayi undzonzdile
VUKA… VUKA MNTAKWETHU
uNgavumi bakuTYUMZE iFOKOTHO


