True Self
TRUE SELF
Then silence strikes and the urge to sequence words pushes harder
Pushing me harder to plate out my thoughts for the world to immerse into the original art that I bring before their eyes
I am none other than a true copy of my being
I am proud to present myself with actual uniqueness to the world out there
Uniqueness that unveils my talents.
I am none other than a true descendant of true Africans... Writing skills imparted on me by my ancestors
I present True aspects that urge the enemy to lure in vanity... lure in vanity for their wish for my fall shall never prosper...
Quantity, quality... is there any piece of art to describe the value of life contained in your body... when is it a lot? When is it little?
I separate the body and life for life never ends...it’s the body that ends
Life never ends…it just resides in places where no human eye can see.
Truthfulness to oneself, a quality that lacks in masses but never deviates ...it never deviates in value for you shall never go wrong in being true to yourself… trust in oneself.
My dexterity...my guide to humble beginnings, proceedings and endings
I am none other than a true descendant of exquisite minds...my ancestors
I write not in other form but in spirit...for the spirit know it all.
I write in higher state of mind for these are not my words...I am just a messenger for the departed…those in the land of peace…watching over us
Playing with words is my favourite game...for it gives me a sense of wholeness. It completes me I love me
I come in different forms for great spirits reside in me.
Never feel amazed when you see me sparkling more than the other days for I am diverse.
Copyright © Moemedi Mokgagane | Year Posted 2015
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