Today i was wearing my words in codes
Full stops and brackets covered me from sniper voices.
Codes that smell choices made to cancel chances of painting pavements around angry gestures I had battery guitar sound effects attached to my metaphors Killing my new pair of rhymes
Snapping snaps of brain camera snaps that showered me in photographic memory Lefifi Tladi knows Africa's memory
I was confident in my African steps avoiding felonies
My walk spoke smiles and street smartness painting my fellow fallen niece and kings Fellow poets put together broken knees!!
Like verses that rebuke fire fighters who own dry lips and yellow teeth in the streets Those that waste water in their desert
Today i was wearing my respect, my colourless mind blowing words in a black tie that secured my images tying all broken knots that were secretly tailor made for joy
Gossips that emancipate heart burns burning safe houses in details Shots were taken from experience's tail telling tales wearing attitude and my brain Engels borrowed me wings to fly over long distant hatred Chances define spoken word fashion
Get lost in poetry's outfit while searching word designers
I address my visions dressing my body language in different stresses undressing my presence in fashion police poetry fashions
Blessed kings know my motive is to parade my voice in the streets of your desert The dusty land you set to sell ideas in slippery days Poetry's only red carpet in open mic pamphlets
Today i was wearing my pride and sniper mood in baby dippers Any bumper let loose all dirt in my head
Unpredictable i am
Like written revenge beautiful words don't ask for attention Attention hires beautiful words to word the spoken word in different fantasies Today I loved my dress code.
Myself loving words (c)
By Raymond Ngomane