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It Feels Like Love

Where do i begin?
where do i begin to explain
the way i am feeling inside
where do i begin to explain
the way he makes me feel.
I've tried pulling away,running away,
ignoring this feeling that i feel.
  but my body is saying no
  my body is crying for him,yearning for him,
  longing for him so much that it feels as if
      rim losing myself
losing myself in this crazy,wicked feeling
 that is taking over me
          does he know?
i do not know
 but this feeling is growing stronger each time i hear his 
   charming,deep but gentle voice
that make me want to lose control
this feeling grows stronger every time i see his face,
his presence just melts my heart,
his presence that makes me want to run....and smash into him
oh god,what am i feeling
how do i begin to tell this feeling.......this creature.....
this desire.......this longing that i feel inside
his touch,when he touches me i lose control
i feel that i am in another world,
filled with tender love and care
the touch that is so gentle,
the touch that breaks all my defenses,
that makes everything seem alright,
that washes away all my troubles 
   what will i be without him?
where will i be without him?
this feeling that he has created in my heart
        i cannot escape
        i cannot avoid
        i cannot ignore
but what do i call it
        is it care?
        is it a want?
        is it a need?
i do not know,but this feeling.........oh this feeling
sure does feel like love
but how do i explain this feeling
  i hope he can see the feeling i can't explain 
it sure feels like love
it feels like love!

Copyright © Hlengiwe Precious Sithole | Year Posted 2011



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This Pain

HOW DO I BEGIN TO EXPLAIN THIS PAIN?
THIS PAIN THAT I AM FEELING INSIDE
THE PAIN THAT HAS LEFT A HOLE
IN MY HEART
THE PAIN THAT WONT GO AWAY
HOW DO I FILL THIS VOID
THAT HAS BEEN CREATED FOR MY SUFFERING
WILL IT GO?
WILL IT DIE?
WILL IT GIVE ME BACK THE HAPPINESS I ONCE HAD
                                                              THIS PAIN HAS BECOME SO
ATTACHED TO ME
                                                               THAT I AM UNABLE TO SEE
WHAT THE FUTURE HOLDS FOR ME
                                                               IT HAS CREATED THIS CLOUD
OVER MY EYES
                                                               THAT I AM UNABLE TO DO
ANYTHING BUT CRY,WEEP FOR RESCUE
                                                               BUT WHO WILL RESCUE ME?
                                                               IT HAS CREATED A RIVER OF
SORROW IN WHICH I SEE MYSELF
                                                               SINKING IN DEEPER AND DEEPER.
THIS PAIN I CANNOT EXPLAIN
WILL IT EVER GO AWAY?
WILL IT EVER BRING BACK THE BEAUTY
THAT I ONCE VIEWED IN MY EVERYDAY LIFE
OR WILL IT KEEP DROWNING ME
WILL IT KEEP ME IN THE DARK,
PREVENT ME FROM BLOSSOMING
I DO NOT KNOW.....
WHETHER "PAIN" WILL EVER LEAVE ME IN PEACE OR WILL IT KEEP ME IN SORROW
TO DIE SLOWLY EACH DAY
THIS PAIN HAS TAKEN OVER MY BODY
                            THIS PAIN!

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The Colour of My Skin

My skin colour
what does it say about me?
does it determine who i am
  who i want to be?
  i ask myself
is one's dignity,integrity,pride
based on their skin colour?

years have passed when our brothers and sisters 
had fought the barrier between the skin colour
but i question myself
 did they succeed
was what we as black skinned people wanted achieved?
      maybe we did
      maybe we didn't
     who knows,maybe you do because i don't.

my brothers and sisters 
still feel that we are still classified or categorized 
with our skin colour
it does not feel like a united world.

it could be the judgement of the human eye
but my brothers and sisters
still experience criticism,discrimination,judgement
if it had been different 
it wouldn't have been said
"a black man is always a suspect".........OR IS HE?
i question myself
will we ever be united and be one
and not feel that our skin colour determines who we are
because in my eyes it is not the skin colour that determines one's character
but it is their personality!
don't let my skin colour be a judgement source for you!!

Copyright © Hlengiwe Precious Sithole | Year Posted 2011


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