A vital thought of this lesson is not just to study to pass –
Like history cause in life there is no copying in class
Or pages noted with answers roaming under r the desks
But what you give in and out, out of a test,
Young ones give it your full honour and practice.
What could be flipping and tossing and causing the stress-
When we are emphasising the due cause of exams.
Try and apply the mathematics for solving the mass
Or heavy weighs of any grades when pages wonder and ask.
Please relax stop you mind from pondering fast,
Let your mind flow free like pure water in glass.
Don’t get trapped in geometrical corners in Maths
Solve for X and there should be no problem in that,
So you should draw a table of time and follow it best .
Scholars in or not in collars you should study early,
Time is crucial and crucial is what is worthy.
Recap with teachers to clear each of what is blurry,
Also practice past papers in patterns to go determined.
Exams are what you’d worked out term out and term in –
Examples are the lectures presented for your observing –
Put that into revision through adequate ordered learning
Be numb to all disturbing…
A peaceful meditation focuses the mind from turning.
And be certain that what you’re giving you should be happy deserving
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Solve for X-ams
Bitter Treat
Behind her eyelids she hears voices fighting each other
Without a pause in her silence.
Her silence shares noises of lightning and thunder
Without her causing the violence.
The violence had spread poisons biting her under-
Her brown and sore skin divided.
Divided by bad choices; ‘Why did my father-
Rip out and force me for my things’.
Now there are no chords for her violin,
No doors for her hiding
Nor the law is abiding.
In the core of his thieving self and unsober mind,
Lies demons wicked in unheard degrees.
Degrees always giving wealth to a dark road of crime
Unlike seasons that withered without burning trees.
His trees form an unbreathing realm where the sun is overnight.
With visions injured, he doubts their certainties.
His certainties know no children’s health but loafers’ fun.
She wishes women wizards could come and serve him tea.
And that death occurs in he
Or her death is bursting free
From this man-made adversity.
After mother died, it was father’s pride.
When others pry with wonders, whys –
A lonely widower is underlined.
His dignity is now one defined as castle light.
A frustrated tool with hating moods –
With statements due from men in hoods
And instead of cool he passes through –
To the gal in you to test his fuel.
She’s barely grown with belly blown.
She carries loads, him and his bone.
She has no friends, he cares so less.
She can’t confess, he gets so mad.
She’s dripping red, his sleeping bed.
She isn’t fed; he’s sipping ‘bread’.
She whips it out, he screams he shouts.
She’s feeling ouch, he’s filled with fouls.
Her unborn dies, his son from lies.
Her gun drawn eyes , his non-stop sign.
He drinks his actions, she seeks protection.
He breathes aggression, she breathes but lessened.
He kicks, he bashes, she licks the patches.
He beats, he lashes, she’s weak, and she’s ashes.
His daughter’s eyes are slowly dying.
He orders her life but no reply.
He calls her twice but she’s cold as ice.
Their borderline is crossed with lying,
But their world and mine are both combined.
If I was a thought
If I was a thought I would choose to sail –
On the shallow seas of young minds that loose and fail,
Confined by confinement; in a prisoner’s shoes in jail.
Minds accused to ail as patients of eternal sickness in abuse’s tale.
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If I was a thought I would choose to be planted –
Root-deep and fertilized in the mentally – bruised and demented
And refuse to leave centred the power of a foreign enemy
Exchanging blows with false reality close to falling sanity
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If I was a thought I would build sacred temples –
Within souls where hatred settles as the devil’s naked samples.
In your grey thinking matter I’d give rise to vagrant rebels.
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If I was a thought in blindness’ mind I’d cry for support
To rearrange the purpose of chaos in the life that we have got.
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If I was a thought I’d fill holes in empty places –
Where colds roam through broken windows to kill souls of angry faces.
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If I was a thought I’d be no accidental idea-
Built on luck and co incidence, harassed and strangled by fear
But a self- mental pioneer;
A thought of revolution’s emotions in motion to settle right here.
(Pointing to the head)
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Sing sing my soul
Sing, sing my soul
floods of turmoil and whirlpool lyrics.
Spill, spill the concussions that make me ill
emotions entangled, woven badly strings sticking.
Terribly moving turning roughly, screaming loudly
for attention to attend to tears tearing a heart bleeding.
Crimson walls smiling dearly, there is sunshine.
Hope hoping to love completely: entirely.
Soft my gentle hand touching holding feeling.
Clasping shattered pieces beautiful frown of mine.
Whispering division of mind to dominate,
strength rains complete and warm
building in the thoughts so selfish reminding that
tears dry quickly in the sun.
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Written by: Missty
I am still Human!
When you pass me on your way to work
When you stare at me with disgust
When you look away with shame
Please remember that:
I AM STILL HUMAN!
Ignoring my existance won’t extinguish me
Spitting on me won’t make me disappear
Turning a blind eye won’t vanish me
Please remember that:
I AM STILL HUMAN!
When I bow to you begging for a penny
When I give out my dirty hand unto you
When I gaze at you with innocent eyes
And when I smile at you with yellow teeth and a bad breath
Please remember that:
I AM STILL HUMAN!
Sleeping on cold concrete street floors
doesn’t make me less of a human
Eating out of gabbage bins and dumping sites
doesn’t make me a dog
Wearing dirty old clothes and not taking a bath
doesn’t make me a virus,bacteria,or some disease you should be scared of
Begging all day long
doesn’t make me inferior to you
Having no place to call home
doesn’t make me an animal
Please remember that:
I AM STILL HUMAN!
When you sleep at night
please thank and count your lucky stars
When you think that you are too fat
please think of the starving
When you don’t like the clour of your shoes
please think of walking with cracked heels on a winter day
Please remember that:
I AM STILL HUMAN!
For I have a heart that pumps blood through my veins
For I have feelings of love and pain,like when you spit on me
For I still have hope for a brighter day:
that oneday you would look past my
unhygiene,my begging,my starving,my stinking scent,my poverty
That you would one day look into my eyes
and see the grace that I have;that I am a nice person and well mannered
that you would listen to me and hear my hopes and dreams alongside
my passion and ambition
that you would listen to my heartbeat and feel the love I have inside of me
and that you would give my hand a helping hand
and not ignore me but encourage me to reach my goals
by teaching me how to fish
by remembering that I am God’s image
by remembering that humanity is lost when we stop fighting for one another
And most importantly remembering that:
I AM STILL HUMAN!
What could I have done?
As I watch movies of apartheid,
as I read of apartheid,
as I hear of apartheid
as I imagine the apartheid era
I ask myself:
What could I have done?
Was I going to fight or flee?
Was I going to be courageous or a coward?
Would I have stood rockstill or hide?
Would I live to tell the tale or would the tale tell of me?
What would my part have been?
Would I have endured the pain or gave into it?
Could I have been able to see the sun through the thunder storm?
Could I have believed in the silver linings of the dark clouds?
Could I have been able to imagine the light at the end of the tunnel?
Could I have been able to hold on till tomorrow?
Could I have been able to believe that oneday these teargas tears
would once be tears of joy?
That these wounds would once be wounds of belief,hope and courage?
Would I have had hope for a better tomorrow?
That I would once shake hands with my enemy?
That this nightmare would once benefit generations to come
I also ask myself
would I have carried the cross with Jesus or crucified him?
As a daughter of the South African soil
I would like to give a great applaud to our fallen stars,
Our forgotten soldiers,
Our heroes and heroines,
Both alive and those only with us in spirit,
may their names be written in every black seed’s mind and heart
may we carry their courage in our souls
may every history book remind us of them
may every street corner,monument and statue be for and about them
may we remember them in all our country’s victory and achievements
For they are the reason why I can write,walk,talk,breathe,sleep and live freely
Amandla to you all!
For having fought for a dream that you carried only in your
hearts and souls
For enduring the pain,
For standing for what you believed in,
For being selfless
I the daughter of the soil would like to say
THANK YOU!
Will you be there?
Will you be there when I rise again?
When the phoenix in me arises?
Will you be there when the universe gives me
the applaude I deserve?
When haters are left with no more hate for me?
When my glory shines even brighter than the morning star?
When I have conquered all odds?
When I have risen above and beyond limitations and boundaries?
Will you still be there even when you have
realised the greatness I posses?
When you’ve realised the marvel that I am?
Will you be there at my worst point in life?
When the walls have crushed on me?
When darkness seems to have won?
When beauty has faded?
When wrinkles have taken over?
Will you be there?and
love me still?
I wish you’d remain young
I wish you’d remain young and innocent as a
newly born lamb
I wish you’d remain chubby,jolly and sweet
like the morning star
I wish you’d remain fresh and blossom
like a sunflower
I wish you’d remain with your sweeter scent of trust,
with your perfect smile,
and beautiful eyes,
with your contagious laughter that brings
the smell of freshly rained soil
I wish you’d remain the gentle untainted soul
that careses my life
I wish you’d remain the purest pure of purity
I wish you’d never have to feel pain
or the sight of cruelity
I wish you’d never have to witness
poverty and frustrations of life
I wish you’d never had to know the reality
of failure and disappointment
I wish you’d never have to
frown,curse or regret
I wish you’d never have to think
you know more better
I wish you’d never have to bite the hand that feeds you,
or take the easy way out
I wish you’d never want to leave
your skin colour or background
I wish you’d never be too lazy
or too curious of the unknown
I wish you’d always remain true to yourself and roots
I wish you’d never loose your ways,
customs,beliefs,dreams,religion and language
I wish you’d remain true,kind and respectful
I wish you’d never loose your way
or your virginity
I wish you’d remain young,pure,good
and always mine
Woman
Woman….you will hold the blade at its sharpest
You will smile through the flood of tears from your gracious eyes
You will hope for a better tomorrow through the hurricane
You will give up your dreams for the pnes you adore and love
You will love like you have never been hurt
You will be naive of the truth of abuse
You will keep hoping that he might change
That he will remember the first day he fell in love with you
When he told you that you are the most beautiful woman alive
When he told you that he cherishes and worships you
You will put on extra make up to cover those bruises he punched
and scrached on your devine face
You will keep making excuses for him
and he will continue to dominate you
He will kick you out naked at the middle of night
with nowhere to go and you will beg for his mercy
The scars and wounds will heal and vanish
You’ll restore your beauty again but you will be bitter
You will want to kill him for killing you internally
You will want to stab him for slicing your heart into pieces
You will want to break him for your broken bones and promises
You will want to run away from the stranger you see in the mirror
for the eyes staring back at you full of hatred and so cold
You will keep searching for yourself without avail
You will wounder what happened to you and who is this empty being
He will continue with his life
And you will have to refind yourself
He will pick up where he left
And you will pick up all the pieces of you
You will still tremble at night but you will get through it
You will stand as the rock that you are
You will smile once more
You will be stronger and less angrier
You will slowly be you
You will walk again wiyh confidence
You will recognise the face you see in the mirror
You will be better than the bitterness
Maybe you will love again
Maybe you will forgive
But you will never forget
Woman.
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.
