Best Incapacitated Poems

There are moments when troubles enter our life’s
And we can do nothing to avoid them
But the one's we can
They look convoluted unless we demystify
But we think they are byzantine
As we think the mysteries in them can never be find
Nothing is insuperable
So let us not always...

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I passed a church today
glanced at the 12 foot cross
with hanging replica of Jesus
beaten, flayed, crucified.
I slowed my pace,
almost turned to ask:
"Why do they think you'll come back?"

I pondered the question
walking slowly in the darkness
trying to see in passersby
what he claims to have seen...
the divinity...

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LIBERATION
I am still in chains
Slavery, colonialize and apartheid 
Are words you do not want to associate yourself with..
I know you have been emotionally stimulated that you are free
Just illusions, you are still in handcuffs, shackles in your ankles
Meaning-mentally, emotionally and spiritually incapacitated
   You...

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A rhyming thank you written in verse
To the wonderful women and men who work as a nurse
They do so much more than just first aid
Considering their responsibility they should be better paid

They assist in the process of creation
They are even responsible for drug calculation
In crisis...

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As winter hazes of January spraying
While I was meditating on how
To write this riveting poem which
Seemed to be for someone who
I never cast in my sight.
Despite her name is not an odd in me
But I know she will be something to me
I meant not a...

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INDEPENDENCE-NEO-COLONIZATION
(WHAT ABOUT US)

Physically free, but most of us are still mentally incapacitated
 We all cheer on 21 March
No chains on our arms – no shackles on our ankles
Independence a pre-conceived idea of freedom
To fight for the true cause-for the causers are the true enemies
Physically free,...

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Africa My Homeland

I am the face 
fixed on a map
A space
with boundary, leaving no gap
I am a homeland
desecrated when I was abducted from my rightful nation
A brand
with a name which precedes my reputation
I am a continent
incapacitated not to live up to his flair
A dissident
doors shut...

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it feels good to escape
with authors and poets
and dream up new places
with tales that are spun.

but sometimes what's real
and sometimes what isn't
encroach on each other
and read just as one.

such are the worlds
of rhyme but no reason
that question the answers
we thought we once had.

and such are...

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despair

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ROOTS OF AFRICA
Celebrating the Legends

African Arise! Arise! Arise Africa ……………………
Dig deeper into your conscious, causes of your discomfort
I heard you are rich in diamond, gold and oil, but you are still vagabonds
I am sorry Mother Africa; I know your husband is corrupt and very abusive
It...

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My physical self is pitiful

I have been incapacitated since an early age

Inadequate in every regard

My body is a useless shell

Luckily, this place is beyond basic physicalities

This place transcends the grim and darkness of reality

This place is my world

I am the creator of this realm

I am...

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Mama’s Fault
Abortion and Baby Dumping

The umbilical cord you eliminated before my existence
You conceived concealed the gift from its creation
Deceived and destroyed the destiny that was given to the world
Now you asking me, what gives you sleepless night
Don’t be a hypocrite you have been swallowing your...

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He wallowed in the dirt
With the sand and the muck
Saying brother can you spare a buck?
He say I ain't got the time
Well how 'bout a dime?
Denied

Beggars sigh
As the cars passed by
My oh my

Please help
I'm down on my luck
I lack even a buck
And I don't know...

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A very short memory, what was I trying to remember
This is getting serious, don't remember my gender
In the ladies washroom
They all screamed and fumed
Saw some sights but incapacitated I was rendered...

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I first marked hours, and then the days
And soon I marked months too
The years, they passed on one by one
From time when I lost you

Today marks 18 years and still 
I long to see your smile
A mother, whether sick or well
Makes life seem more worthwhile

I...

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