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Nasilele Mubyana Poem
Sometimes in life
We need a journey
A five year walk
Of intelligence and maturity
At the age of eleven
Thrust into the journey
A five year equation
Turned into four
Its stoichiometry persevering
A golden web
Spun glisteningly around
A silver blade
Ready with armour
Sood do you find
Its golden silk
Rots inside
Despite your glory
And quite honour
You suffer bruises
Cuts and blisters
And when your tedious journey is over
You stand precariously
Smiling
A true L.A. survivor
Copyright © Nasilele Mubyana | Year Posted 2008
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I woke up one morning and my little girl was sliding on lip-gloss.
I woke up one morning and my little girl had hips and breasts.
I woke up one morning and my little girl was beautiful.
I woke up one morning to a boy on my front porch.
I woke up one morning to my little girl crying into her pillow.
I woke up one morning to my little girl’s broken heart.
I woke up one morning to my little girl’s battered face.
I woke up one morning in a prison cell.
I woke up every morning with a need to protect my daughter, my little girl.
Copyright © Nasilele Mubyana | Year Posted 2013
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In my heart, I know I have made a mistake.
Yet the pain of reality does not sicken my mind into the fairest decision.
I am but without envy.
I am a coward, to seek not love but passion.
Truly in hopes of future love that one day true emotion will wither its source straight into my lover’s heart and for once he will look into my eyes and see himself, as he should; as my heart’s truest desire.
I am mistaken for a mistress and he for a companion.
I am lost within the meaning of this love.
Cruel, more so, the devil has had me covet more than I should ever ask for. Grieving, as I am, I am a shadow in his future, my definition blurred beyond a tale; never will I surface in the history of his years to come.
Time has seen me reduced to a past time and silenced to a mistress.
He leaves me without a promise of honor and an empty womb.
I look upon my predicament and wonder, how I made this mistake.
I have granted my heart to a mockery
Copyright © Nasilele Mubyana | Year Posted 2013
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The mines have taken my strength
taken my sight
and taken my breathe
Crawl to the light I cannot, thus my
Energy
Nor will I see the light before I die
I am hopeless.
Copyright © Nasilele Mubyana | Year Posted 2009
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I too was once loved
As I remember
A time when his name
Caused seizures in my tummy
Oxygen debts to my beating heart
Dreams to my forgotten mind
The north wind to my soul
Life sights that can never be appreciated when not seen by his side
I too was once loved
As I remember
A moment in time when the clock ran
And I bathed in its ticking
A time when never
Did I wonder
Nor did I covet
For he was all that I needed
With him and in him
I found me
My inner beauty
My hidden talents
My flaws
Of greed
Envy
Obsession
Vanity
Egoism
Insensitivity and
Tyranny
My flaws
All beyond his care
I too was once loved
As I remember
A point during my greatest flaws,
When I was shown
Sincerity
Compassion
Tolerance
Commitment
Forgiveness
Love and
Passion
All taken for granted
And now I too understand
Why I was once loved
Why his beauty can never love my beast again
Copyright © Nasilele Mubyana | Year Posted 2011
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Strange it is
To look back
At your previous younger years
See the person you have slowly become
Seldom done
Rare events bring about a compulsion
To reminisce
There is no bitter sweet
Merely an acceptance
There is no regret
Merely mistakes been
And forgotten
Harshly learned cliché lessons of life
Teenage tears, whose causes seem all so trivial
I wake and wonder
Who I am growing to be
Realising that with all this changing we go through
As we get older
It is truly possible to be born
An apple and die an orange
Copyright © Nasilele Mubyana | Year Posted 2014
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I want to rip my heart out,
And leave it at your feet
I dream of walking away from you
Because I cannot let go, why?
I want you to feel my pain
To know that my heart quivers when I remember you
I am without you, truly and utterly alone
I cannot forget you with this silence we have around us
You cannot understand the fear that drives me away from you
I am scared of what our love could be,
To us, and the many that surround us.
Where could this take us?
Will it destroy us?
Would we go far or never leave the ground at all?
Do we risk it trying to find out?
It is night time, and I am staring out of the darkness
Into the only light lit, in the apartment
I am wondering, how many people are walking around with a broken heart
Lost hearts
Forgotten hearts
Our hearts, that got away from each other
A love story that I will talk of, years later
If I am lucky, to a daughter,
As I wish her heart better luck than mine
I keep leaving you,
And you keep loving me
I push away what I love, so I cant hurt it
You hold on to what you love, so you can protect it
This love keeps cutting deep
And we keep stitching shallow
I want to meet you on the other side
I want to see how we make it out of this alive
But you wont wait for us
It is like you want to erase us
I want to be invisible for you
But I exist
I exist somewhere in between your emotions of love for me, and hate for me
I am a lost settler
Camping on the grounds of your heart
I am your lost settler
And I wonder, how long will I be lost?
Copyright © Nasilele Mubyana | Year Posted 2019
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Shame has closed the way to through the gate
Darkness now has clouded its pristine pavement
Trees: …
Speak not of its existence
Speak not of its doorway
Speak not of its key
Clouds hide the sun’s rays
Daring it to try one move
Iron bars shield for its defense
Putrid smell diffuse through its cracks
The wood fails beneath its derelict ness
Ho! Ho! Does it cry
Voices cry from within the get
Hence where do they come from
Cries: …
So morbid
So malcontent
So sardonic
What confusion is this?
So then where is the gatekeeper?
What say ye?
Copyright © Nasilele Mubyana | Year Posted 2008
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Six is to early a number
Yet even seven is not appropriate
A memory of
Tiny toes
Creeps
Through my sorrowed mind
Your laughter
Once enlightening me
Now depresses me
Your picture frames
Turned down
A face hidden
Forever
Life is too short
But what is there that’s longer?
The heart that you relied
So gravely on
Stopped
As did time
When they said, “He’s gone…”
A cue for a lifetime of lingering
And linger I shall
On and
On and
On and
On
Time is not there to tell the point of day
But to count the time spent before death
And time will never stop
Or it would have known
That six is too early a number
Copyright © Nasilele Mubyana | Year Posted 2010
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Each year we grow a year
But the expenses grow more wholesome
Each year the talk grows weary
A duty nonetheless
Now my emotions
Have less composure
I cannot comprehend
The depth of this problem
If there is one at all
Perhaps you’ve grown tired
Of this tedious intimacy
Or a bore am I?
Your patience worn out
It’s the answer we all dread
It’s like a hangman’s noose intimidating you
Oh Daniel, Daniel
I’ll only ask once – (dear me)
Tell me
Am I losing you?
Copyright © Nasilele Mubyana | Year Posted 2008
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