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She's the flour in the middle of a fertile desert soil
She dreams of my dreams when i dream she dreams dreams that we dream
She's a speechless pole
She's a footstep away from my soul
She dreams of my goal
She's my African queen
Her womb carriers the nation's poetry
She takes me back to my dreams in chains
I make my own God she believes
She's one minute past jealousy
She's the speed of an angry poem in the dark
The black paint building an arch
The spirit of a mic resurrected by a dead poem
Speechless pole stronger than cone
She's my poem
She's my poetic lyrical port
I can see by the blushes right under my rhymes
She's so beautiful she makes you read her repetedly
She's my poem

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Date: 4/16/2018 1:48:00 PM
I remember this one Mandla. More beautiful today than when I first read her.
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Date: 9/15/2014 9:43:00 PM
I was very much intrigued by this write.It was very captivating the whole way through and the end focus was a clever plan indeed to captive the poem itself.Nice Job...Thank You for sharing it with Me and I certainly hope You continue Your work.I'm looking forward to more of Your poetry..
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Date: 9/16/2014 8:42:00 AM
I giv thanx to your warm words. Thank you for having your time to comment. I will continue writing. Charlene