This is a sad tale,
of eight year old Jake,
who because of parental pressure
Identified as a grass Snake.
Each and every school morning,
during the five day week,
he would slither along all in green,
never using his two feet.
On Monday he wiggled at six
to arrive at school by nine,
by the school bell, late again !
Mum says hes a late snake, so its fine.
In class he causes disruption,
amongst the identified; foxes and cats,
as his sneaky slithering about the desks,
upsets and scares all the mice and rats.
Wise children; they dont panic at all,
they identify as humans you see,
each one studies and learns so well,
not falling for this fairy tale, woke reality.
So before you take away you childrens soul,
remember how your parents directed you,
to be honest, a well beahaved human child,
not a flight of fancy zoo type; in the wild.
,
WHY HER
Why i chose her in a million
Why i said she's the only one
Why i chose her to be my soulmate
Why i chose her to be my future wife
Why i chose to pay the LOBOLO for her
The're plenty reasons i can mention why i chose her
The're uncustomarya characteristic she have compared to other girls
I'll mention the main reason why i chose her
She have all the characteristic i need from i wife
When i look at her eyes i saw flame of love,
The love that flow in my veins day and night.
When i look at her face i saw happiness,
The happiness that i desire from my future wife.
When i look at her lips i saw vowels of confersing,
Confersing infront of a priest that you'll be with me until death.
When i look at her attitude and behaivour i saw a wife,
A wife who'll give me a family and show respect to her in laws.
She's the one who holds my happiness
She's the one who will bring joy to my life
I dont panic that with her i'll always be happy
Thats why i chose her to be my lover.
By: Sanel' Imbongi Mathenjwa
I HEAR HER SCREAMING FROM A DISTANCE TRAPPED WOMEN
SLOWLY OVERLAPPED BY MANY DRIPS STAMPED WOMEN
DOWN SHE GO TRY NOT TO HARD TO STRUGGLE
YOUR LOSING BALANCE YOU BETTER NOT GET TO CRAMPED WOMEN
YOU NEED ALL YOU CAN KEEP DONT PANIC
PLEASE DONT JUST LET THE IMAGE BE REVAMPED WOMEN
DIDNT EVEN LISTEN TO YOUR CONSIOUS YOUR FIRST MIND
WOULD YOU BE IN THIS PREDICAMENT IF IT WAS RIGHTLY CLAMPED WOMEN
SO LISTEN HERE SLOW YOUR ROAD TAKE IT SLOW
YES I KNOW I KNOW YOUR OVERLY WRAPPED WOMEN
THINK STRATEGIZE DONT OVER DO IT
NOT JUST YET YOU ARE NOT ENCAMPED WOMEN
The rain falling, making windows cry
i draw a heart in the fog, with one finger,
warm against the glass
i color it in, and peek through the hole,
i have made to the outside world
i close my eyes, soft lashes brushing my skin
--and the rain, is sliding down my cheek
-it dies on my lips
a burst of colorful memory explodes
leaving my mind a thousand shattered pieces
glimmering ice with jagged edge
shinning swords pierce my heart again
damp lips remincising -- the taste of salt
from another source of warm life
my eyes open -- deep pools of pain
filled to the edge, with dieing rain
once filled with light, this picture is bleak
deaths lullaby to sorrowful sleep -- less nights
heartless, lovefull plights
once happy -- sad missing memories
a nightmare could be born from the many
twisted -- throwing faith into a panic
dont panic -- though i suffer weakness from it
--raiin falling from the sky
it just so happens, that this sky
is my sad blue eyes
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