Best Compensates Poems

Some days I wake up 
Brush my teeth with anxiety 
And braid my hair with pain
There are days I chafe at my dark skin
As insults...

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The world slows down.
That’s a good thing.
Priorities change, also good.
The rat race fades into memory.
It’s now time to appreciate things.
Let the next generation battle to...

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Sight disappears, irrelevant as dust
determination makes one crazy or brave
snatching the light anyhow, is a must
sensing danger even if it is a wave
compensates for survival...

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there is a war within the mind that we do not understand 
the esoteric knowledge that invokes every man 

the human being is more then...

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I quell amongst the dischord words rely,
Upon the sole revivals am I prone
cross function is a dismay from behind
foundations of a style I'd call my...

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time between seasons passes slow

Impatient we are as leaf buds grow
Carefree summer takes her time
A sudden chill - unwanted snow 
As  slowly the sun...

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THE HATE YOU GIVE
By: Sikolwethu Mthethwa 

Shed a tear for the kids who never had a compassionate witness to all their pain
Caregivers quick to label...

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When a young boy I was,

I equated ability with age;

The elderly must have, so I thought;

Age seemed to me all that counted;

I quested for the...

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My limitation is my heart,
Head compensates sometimes,
But always runs after....

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What is it about shopping that 
Appeals so to the women in my life?
And why can’t a man empathize,
Or plumb the logic found in “Book...

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The dim past houses warriors of yesterday
whose  lachrymose trail of tears 
continue to whet the sympathy of one diehard
dilettante commissar born and bred
upon the...

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Air breathed in, thick with sorrow,
The night too dense with pain,
This sunrise barely compensates,
For battles fought in vain.
 
Care has taken up its place,
Behind her...

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Word from dream, the act of becoming, then woman
From Eve to Anat, the rib dribbled on the sand
Love and worship from dust of conviction life's...

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look in the mirror you prostitute

see what i see

you sleep with men for many reasons but none for love

you think it compensates for the pain

go...

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Crawling for many days 
my knees getting dark 
my hands losing its soft touch 
increasing anticipations on my mom's face 
still soiling my clean panties...

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