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Best Poems Written by Masego Nkuna

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Broken Pencil

I always thought writing with a broken pencil was useless and pointless 
But then I became a broken pencil myself 

I became emptiness, a wilderness of my own thoughts 
I became depression and healing all at once 

But then I was my blank pages created with empty pieces of hope 
Then there were my sharp edges and ink to begin my journey of a scowl life 

Pain was my sharpness with everything I did leaving a mark of grace
Making visible my scars to be useless from the inside 

I was a broken pencil written for the last time and my destination was changed 
But then something was important for me to know that I had to turn problems to opportunity 
That at some point broken pencils, lost erasers 
But mine lost its mind to its broken heart 

Poet 
Masego Nkuna

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Imbokodo

All these body is filled with strength and courage 
All these body is filled with betrayal and abuse 

This world called this body 
This world called “women” 
Rose from a barrel of madness with courage to stand up from a place called the unknown 

These body shouted gender equalizing its rights for life 

“Mbokodo” we shouted 
“Amandla a Ngaka?” filled in us knowing that we bring about change 

These body knows it will not die without change 

We are faced with issues like any other 
We are women with issues fighting the struggle of equalizing our rights 

Sometimes knowing that we are achieving is victory spotted in the hearts of those who fought and paved the way 

Sometimes hope is the word of our truth 
Gifting us with love and grace 

When all seemed dark or gloomy
We fought for our rights to be matched with those who could not be questioned for change 
We are the change and we are women 

 
Poet 
Masego Nkuna

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The Golden Years

The Golden Years  

We celebrated the years with so many memories, birthdays, funerals….
As we took a stroll through life and archived all the memories we had featured 

With these golden years 
We reflected on our retirement after we met ourselves as employees working well with the passing of age 

Our pasts made choices for us including our lifestyle activities 
And those choices included low activity, poor diet and a high alcohol intake 

Realizing how hard it was to fight this process
Every day was a repeated expression of events as we looked around and took an inventory of the average senior human being

We lived good lives now that we had bad knees, hips, need stents, hearing aids and more which the middle age will never understand 
We had counterproductive lifestyle behavior that are now affecting our health with choices made for us 

And somehow with these choices came clinics we built with an assumption of calling it a health-care center having professionals assessing our average senior 
We served with experience acquired throughout the years 

These golden years drew us closer to a self-selecting population requiring a routine checkup preciously because they are fairly healthy 

With these years a discovery of how rare our species are, made a realization of how precious our souls are
We were soft, sensitive and had a lovely gesture and we never lost our shine even when we had wrinkles on our faces 

These years awarded us the opportunity of earning leisure, a time to rest, relaxation and care without an obligation to maintain an economic level defining the young and middle age 

The second wind painted images which made us fragile, superfluous and infantile taking away our powerful mental and emotional constitution, rejecting stereotypic impulses of others perception of us 

With everything came time, wisdom, talents to others with an everyday affair of being treated with respect and we had the willpower to strengthen our lifetime challenges adjusting to loss and change of all kinds 

Poet 
Masego Nkuna

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Human Rights

Human Rights


We struggled more 
With these rights which are the rights of humanity 

We cried for our rights 
We cried for our rights as humans 
Our rights for education, sustainability and more 

With this cry both a boy and man cried interchangeably for freedom from slavery not in chain form but poverty and debt 

We struggled more with these rights 
We struggled with the rights of humanity 

History had a way of writing us down 
With its bitter sweet lies and truth 

History had a way of taking these rights from us 

Our struggle was deep 
Our struggle cut off our rights of humanity 

We watched ourselves drink from the cup that was half empty  

We watched ourselves drink from the cup of empty promises while we suffered loss broken down from our rights as humans 

We had sound melodies of redemption as we screamed for equality and freedom 

Our rights, your rights, my rights and the human rights 

We paced ourselves as we created rhythms with our footsteps chanting to the beat that will never change 

We had sound melodies of redemptions as we screamed for equality and freedom for the rights of humanity 

The human rights 

Poet 
Masego Nkuna

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Second Wave

Touch has been circulated in these times of touch me not and news only travelling for the battle of

breathing.

Our love could never be expressed in hugs or kissing but a wave with restrictions and levels.

Human communication vanished with the harsh passing of gentleness, emotion, love and

understanding.

Our experience brought the regular hand washing and sanitation of our hands with the right amount

of measured alcohol.

Along with the restrictions and change of levels, alternating like a movie played with the pause and

play buttons.

The covering of our faces with masks and keeping a safe distance came to play.
These was a wave promised to only last for days, but months passed, and the hard reality faced us
that we lose our loved ones quicker than we would lose pests to a fumigated place.
This wave brought along the reality of six feet social distance and a time for hope that the end will

soon come.

We hoped for survival as the restrictions eased.

But to our reality, the truth to the announcement was never an introduction of the other wave while

the touch me not movement continued.
“We lost too much already”.

Something was missing, the streets were empty and our hospitals full of patience only visible to

those who attend to them.

Are they fed? Are they well taken care of? Will they survive?

The soul longed to see those who were lying on hospital beds with phone calls to their memory as

they served their last days on earth.

Poet
Masego Nkuna

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Autumn Fall

It was an Autumn evening 
With its cold always predicted

I rushed out of a taxi with a haste to meet the one who stole my heart  
She kept reentering my mind!
I have never been so much attached to her image in my mind 

She was glowing off lately, her signs of happiness were all over the place 
Written all over her face and that is what I witnessed 
Maybe happiness was a four-letter word, I reckoned! 

Walking towards her place seemed longer that autumn evening 
There was a moment I wanted to jog 
A great idea employed my mind that I did not want to sweat 

When I am with her, I cherish every minute that comes with it 
I arrived at last 
I was prompted to send her a text notifying her of my arrival 

Within a minute I saw her bracket, sexy legs making their way towards me 
It was only a while when I heard her sweet voice 

Again, it seemed longer to reach her house and by this time I was care free 
She was right next to me and that was the only thing making logic  

I gathered my thoughts as I walked into her room to put the traditional bag I was gifted 
I walked towards her in the kitchen as she concluded with her call 

The warmth and chills I felt all at the same time mesmerized all my state of mind 
I felt her scent and her warmth
I knew at that moment I could define everything in a line 

She was freedom, longevity, tranquility and made me smile deeply 
She had me discovering this scientific rare formula in my head 

I felt her heartbeat against my own and by then I knew she was my all, the one I have always been searching for 

Her kiss invited the motive for sex
Sex, I never thought would happen prematurely 

My mind went on a field trip with notions 
On such occasions people meet and great
And us we broke boundaries, the status quo 

Everything seemed scripted with directors yelling “Action!”
The cameras were rolling with every sex scene we had as we kissed passionately 
She was a great kisser, I placed all the blame to her on the scene of the crime 
God Outlaws! 

Her sexy naked body was in a shower we shared together and my lips losing control kissed her watery ones 
I was so lost in my world 

I knew I had a great story to tell
She was mine and I knew she was all that I longed 
The audience were our inner souls which captured every move we made

Poet 
Masego Nkuna

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Spirit Filled

Connection is an offering of messages as people who crossed over 
Connection is spirits of those we never knew 

The guides of offering life advice from the other side are special connection with the crossed over life that surrounds our energy fields, life offering, support and guidance 

The comfortability of guidance works with something we are unfamiliar with 

The deepest healing carries through generations of healers and stronger relationships through meditation, communication with the spirit or family lineage studies.

Our life path are provision of guides through experience as  verbal communication which can however not be of a great influence 

The utilities also help in developing psychic ability or offer loving support 
These are  as multidimensional beings, existing in physical reality but simultaneously not alone in the world 

The residency of our beings does not reside in other worlds but the higher beings classifying astral spirits that are in need of healing 

Desiring to be born, modernity recognizes our psychology that family patterning has issues such as addiction, incest, abuse and other complexes that are passed down to generations 
These allows healing of the spirit while affecting the living


Poet 
Masego Nkuna

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The Normal

You told me about her and how much she meant to you, I mean your wife because just like I am a
woman enough with only the difference we have between us being children.
Her hips cracked for your black dump ass, an ass which is a coward and a fatherless figure
Her hips cracked to give you children unlike I could give them to you but “Wait!”
I did not want my own hips to crack for what you called your normal for me to bare children for you

I am black, and I am a female

I have coiled and tangled hair, hair you can never run your fingers through unlike her chemicalized

smooth ones

I am a female capable of taking care of myself and your normal can never be you taking care of me

I feared you with my heart feeling pain every time I was in your presence

It was that Monday night which narrated why I was unease and that Tuesday morning I woke you up

to drive me, so I do not be late for my 7-5-day appointment

Something you were never used to doing or rather never done as you pry on those who are weak to

fight your corrupt mind

You called me in anger for what you feared I would unfold the truth you told me the Monday night

Your eyes wide like a devil’s child ready to take breath from my bones

See! I am so confused how you compared me the woman who gave birth to you and betrayed you in
return to save the woman you left beaten and she who was in need from your escape, the woman you

called your wife

Black normal man you called yourself

Black perfect man you portrayed yourself
Black abusive, cruel and a coward of a man I saw you

See! I lost my respect for you the moment you raised your hands on me

One slap from you was enough

One slap from you was enough for me to notice that my normal with you can never include abuse

Black man stop women abuse

Poet
Masego

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Murder Mystery

Today is a global problem where murder is a place personified as corruption of anger, greed and pure sadism 

Today is the fear of the killing of a fellow human with weapons only known by the killer 

A murder of chance and not finding out the truth but resolving cases after years of waiting. similarising torture, sexual assault, mutilation before having the body thrown like a nobody in a remote dumping site soon to be discovered

Today is an association of authorities between crime commited by the same person and crimes commited by innocents locked up to wear orange uniforms 
A theory of responsibilities, interviews and more 

A little written process of arrests, rumors, soon spranging up powerful pedophile rings with the identification of the killer 
A murder soon to be uncovered 

Today a case of separate commission investigating evidence in the trial gave birth to victory from hanging to life imprisonment 

Victory leading to solving the mystery long waited for to conquer!

Poet 
Masego Nkuna

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I Cant Stop Laughing

I giggled myself throughout my life as I laughed again and again 
I swear I saw myself as crazy, but I could not care 
All I wanted to do was laugh out loud and laugh hard and repeatedly do so putting smiles on peoples faces 

I had this loud sound which was a remedy and filled the room with my presence while bringing people together with my laughter 

I couldn’t stop laughing 

I carried with me moments which were irreplaceable and knew without effort that I could brighten someone else’s day 
Maybe I was Trevor Noah in disguise, aligning my laughter to set them free 

I couldn’t stop laughing 

My laughter was gleeful and pure like that of an innocent child which couldn’t be missed for sure!

With my loud sound, I brought the past with its memories making it fly past me 
I was filled with both the innocence and mischief that of a child bringing out the best in people who were depressed and anxious making them forget about what once was 

I couldn’t stop laughing as I made sure that when leaving the room, I left spirits lifted and soaring 
I had this beauty which made people twirl giving them sparkles and glitters in their eyes 

I was colors brought to life making hearts and souls bloom while washing away the gloom stained by the past  

I couldn’t stop laughing as I had giggles everywhere I set foot 
“In the bathroom making melodies in the shower, in the kitchen setting water and soap ready for the dishes and in front of my bosses as an average employee who is expected to keep quite even when there was a joke set to be laughed at”

I swear they never saw that coming that I could burst a sound so contagious differentiating a perspective of an ordinary human 

This I knew for sure 
That I was an adult born out of joy with jovial moments which are forever captured 
That I always busted wavering my laughter from a happy heart with hands full of life 

I couldn’t stop laughing 
I had this infectious laugh making some joyful sound ringing melodies shared with the world and I knew without doubt that I carried medicine which couldn’t be staged 


Poet 
Masego Nkuna