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Lina Mthethwa Poem
With my fusion of lyrics and rhythm
There is no confusion that I’m refusing to simply be disillusioned
With intellectual distribution
I do not have hesitation to let you give me recognition
Realising that my vision is empowered by my necessitation of not wanting to simply be the illest
But the illest who conveys parables continuation
Guaranteed expectation of never being word stranded, inspiration
Protection from all lyric dieticians, word anorexia, rhythmic bulimia
Representation of obese lyrical content, larger than life
Not afraid to speak what’s on my mind
Plantation of human strength to express ones feelings with the spoken word
Avoiding repetition of past mistakes
Promotion of inner strength to flourish
Installation of anti-verbal abuse
Living your own dream with motivation and authority on ones lips
Inspiration being drawn from the depths of self
Allowing others to march behind me
You are not motivated?
Self-pity embraces you
Self-pity moulds you
Allow yourself to blossom
Your uniqueness is rare
Only you possess that rareness
Abuse it
Use it
And you will be surprised the person you will become…
Just look at me…..
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Lina Mthethwa Poem
You thought you had a hold on me?
You thought right, you did have a hold on me
You thought letting you go would break me?
You thought right, it did break me
You made me miserable
It was always about you, you self-centred selfish son of a…..!
My thoughts always occupied by your beauty
Mission in my life was to satisfy your needs
Your caring for me was camouflage
You made me lose my balance
Caught me off guard
Longed for your attention
I blame my naïve little self
How blinded I was from your abuse
Your ability to speak harsh words to me and not flinch?
Not listening to me and always wanting something from me?
Change has emanated
I embrace difference, I am different
My step conveys swag uncontrollable
Confidence oozing out of my pores
Beauty beholding me with no regrets
I hold my head up high
Take a bow
Witness the inauguration of a Queen
Powerful, strong and not afraid to exercise her authority
I can feel it
I am forgetting you
You unapologetic, doleful, egotistical, self-aggrandizer, inoperable, ugly son of a ……!
Forget you man
Oh by the way, I bet your mama has a loud bark!
Copyright © Lina Mthethwa | Year Posted 2014
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Lina Mthethwa Poem
Strangers being bound by word
Strange place they met
Though rivers separate them
They are not separate from each other
Hurt no longer a consuming feel
But a feel that hurts to not consume
Their love for me - rudimentary
Like sponges they derive strength from each other
Like sponges they keep sipping each other’s worries
SWV – Sisters with virtues
Virtues venerable
SWV – Sisters with voices
Voices that calm, sooth and encourage
Strangers they are
Yet their love is not strange
Grateful for a fascinating woman
Astounded by how fascinating you women are
Stagnant we shan’t remain
We shall grow together
Strange isn’t it?
How a stranger can make your life upside up
Soaring to greater altitudes
The sky isn’t the limit
How can it be? When we have footprints on the moon
Fascinating women
You fascinate me
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Lina Mthethwa Poem
Demon possession is seen through spiritual eyes
The clarity of it so transparent you see it with your eyes closed
To be told you have them is like a dreaded disease
The mere knowledge of it transforms you
Questions pour in yearning for answers
I am confused
But I pray with you?…… I pray for you
How do you see the evil in me?
My prayers do not suffice to your standards?
Am I raising my voice to the wrong god?
Am I praying wrong?
Show me the path oh ye of righteousness
Are you the chosen one?
Your abilities to spot the not amazes me
Your purity petrifies me
Knowledge of truth is embedded in your bones
The depth of your understanding surpasses all
Please do not dare lift your eyes towards me
For fear you might be disgusted and go blind
I wonder
Do the others see the evil in me?
Am I stumbling them?
Am I making their pathway to righteousness narrow?
I am confused
I pray with you……I pray for you
I am trying to be near you
All you see is demons in me
It is painful to hear you say that
I am scared to pray
What if…
What if i….
I will gather the strength to look at you
To see your holiness
I am looking but… but….
I have heard of you before… Legion?
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Lina Mthethwa Poem
Temptation is hypocritical
It paints a picture that imitates a screensaver
Draws you towards its perfect lies
Caught in the battle of right and wrong
How good it felt, when I held your hand temptation
All your promises I kept
I wrestle within myself thinking of you
You are my bittersweet moment
I hate this yearning I have for you
Yet, I think I love you
I know your heart doesn’t skip for me
There are many others
Stupid me
You were transparent yet I went straight for the wall
I misjudged my judgment
Why do I still think of you?
Temptation is hypocritical
When the high has gone, all that’s left is a thud
Pain, my fault
Anger, my fault
Stupidity, my fault
Temptation you are sweet, the forbidden fruit
One bite is all it takes, all it took
Sucked in the web of deceit
Regret rears its head
There is no turning back
I was a passer-by, minding my own business
Then I tripped, looked up and there you were
I was sucked in, am sucked in
All I want is you
Like me unsuspecting ones will be prisoned
A prisoner of lust, want and wonder
When will I hold your hand again?
Many are holding it, will wait for my chance
When? I wonder
I know I should erase you, now rather than later
Am scared of goodbyes
I still want to see you, one last time
I know you are not mine, holding you again is a longing, memory
Should I cherish it and be a prisoner still?
My heart nods
I am not strong enough
Please keep the cuffs on
I am not ready to escape
All I want is you
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Lina Mthethwa Poem
I do not have a license to kill
But I have a learners
Refrain from testing my skills
For I might pass because of your ills
Inspect me
But do not disrespect me
If you test my patience
I will make you a patient
Your words lack meaning
That is demeaning
I will get you spinning
Because of my trouncing
My trust you test
Want to treat me like a pest
I will put an end to that quest
Be proud
But do not be loud
I have disallowed your voice to be above cloud
I do not hold a grudge
No, I am not a nun
Excuse the pun
Whilst I reach for my gun
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