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Nobuntu Ntobela Poem
Black vs white vs dark skin vs “yellow bone
Men vs women vs straight vs homosexual
Poor vs the rich vs Afro vs weave
Christian vs Muslim vs atheist
All are keeping score
None will ever admit to being wrong
All are “woke"
You correct a brother and they'll go all intellectual on you with their fancy words
And when you don't grasp what’s being said, your opinion is null and void.
A sister would rather twist your words and make you look foolish rather than accepting the truth and be nourished
It's every creature for themselves, even at the expense of everything else
All are hollering their righteousness in the mountains
It's not about peace, about unity, hell it's not about the course they claim to fight for, it's about gratification not justification
Everybody rushes to be “quoted “
Nobody hushes down to reach a fair conclusion,
Because why would they want that?
If a solution is found, what would they babble on about?,
The “intellectuals “ shall all be heard,
So do the “wise-saints” and the “woke"
It was never about peace everlasting
It's about making it in the history book
Your idealism and ideologies are what important .
Now I’m not saying ignore the injustices of this broken world
We should all fight to be heard and nobody should be deemed more important than the other
You don't care about freedom, peace and unity
If you did , you’d sit down and discuss a way forward and not debate your own ways to win
What if crime was crime and a criminal, a criminal
Instead of an act of injustice against a certain group
It'll be crime against Humanity , because unity
Will a man be ashamed to report abuse against a woman?
Nobody would point at him and see him weak for it because all are equal
And it's not a woman against man, but an inhumane act against Humanity
Would the less privileged frail to speak against the elite?
A child be afraid to speak against family elders?
Nobody would be punished less than they deserve
All should fight to be heard and demand equality
But if we all strive to surpass each other when will the rollercoaster stop?
How many more years should pass in order for us to decide to be humans first,
You’re human before religion, colour, race, gender, sexuality, class,
You’re a human first.
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I want to burst, boom and die,
I always imagine myself in a scenario where I accidentally die.
I imagine god too angry to care so he roast me with lightning instead.
I imagine drunkards fighting and I just happen to be stabbed accidentally.
I see myself missing a step and then fall to my death.
I see myself taking a knife slitting my throat.
I think to myself that if only I could just reap out this soreful heart
Either way I always imagine my heart to be circled by dark smoke,
That turns my blood black . then it travels through my veins spreading the,
Black disease.
When others pray for their hearts to be healed, I’ ll be hoping ,
For a heart attack.
My black heart turns me into a dark shadow,
Unpleasant to be at present with.
I’m a lethal disease, too contagious, don’t befriend me.
I quarantine myself into a corner, wanting no attachments beacause
I might just pass the sickness to you.
I ask god to kill my body and soul because I want to unexist.
Im like a zero to an equation
You sum me up ,I add no value, subtract me, you’ve taken nothing.
multiply me , I become nothing, divide by me , that’s undefinable.
Im too much of a coward to be anything, that’s why I only imagine my death
Im too scared to do it myself, just like im very afraid of living.
So what does that make me? im afraid of death and afraid of life
That makes me a shadow, just a dark spirit which wasn’t supposed to live.
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Corky moon
You only see me in the night
During the day I look for you and not find you
I’ve been screepling around life the whole noon
And you hid from me yet pop-up uninvited in the night
And blind me with your zeal
You know I won’t wish you away
Always wanting your taste
You then stay instilling all kinds of dreams in my head
And reassuring me that they’ll happen .
You calm me to sleep and when I wake up you’re gone again
You had your way with me in the night
You kept me up, tossing and turning me
For a while I enjoyed being intoxicated by your presence
After you were done with me ,you gave me a beautiful stare
And I gazed upon you and you shushed me to sleep
Knowing that you’ll disappear in the morning.
I went looking for you but your brother burned me
And I ran from his scorch straight under a tree
The shade wanted to have me but you’ve already taken up the whole space
But he did managed to make me forget about you a while,
He wasn’t quiet like you.
You came again in the night,
You said nothing about the shade because you know it has nothing on you
I laid by my back, knees ups, exposing my whole being to you
Thinking how are you gonna screw me today
And whether you want me to moan or scream
Which one satisfies you? Which sound tells you that you’re doing me good right now
I turned and laid by my stomach the penetration of thoughts intensified
But you held me tighter not letting go
And kept whispering the things I need to hear.
But I know you’ll be gone in the morning
And I’ll be left to fix after myself
And try to bring down doors to catch the dreams you sold to me in the night.
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Hope is our mother.
That nurturing warm woman.
She is a flow of living waters over a dessert land.
Refreshing your soul, outpouring life.
Intoxicating your reality, birthing you into the promise land.
We are unnourished children thirsty for milk,
desperate for just a drop.
With the leaders carrying our nutriments in trunks and trucks,
We trust that the scolding from our mother has
beaten out all the greed that lingers,
the virus that spreads and sucks all made promises,
we believe you will serve us well from the menu.
We choose and hope in you.
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Ashes to ashes ,
Dust to dust,
Send me back to my unborn days,
Send me to save myself
From this horrible plot of my life
The terrible script of my story.
Send me back to delete the first scene of my life,
Ship me back to the past to switch off my tiny heartbeat, to cut the story short.
Copyright © Nobuntu Ntobela | Year Posted 2022
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I AM PESTILENCE
I am a deadly plague devouring all goodness.
A cancer spreading through your internals rejoicing in your weaknesses,
With my lips of death, I kiss away all that blossoms and it regresses.
I come dressed in a dark cloak of the apocalypse ready to drag all that shines and doom it into hades.
I bring down acid rain in that fruitful garden in your head.
I reign in the kingdom of darkness and shackle all that is light to heed my call.
The harder the armies of light shoot me down, the more resilient I become.
I draw my powers from the sea of sorrows which harnesses its energy from the rivers of rejection, failure, disappointment and betrayal.
I stand on top of a big mountain rock symbolizing my triumph over your fragile world.
I have deployed a force of wise-men to study your nature, now I just tap my fingers and all that’s left of your weak soldiers, retreats to what it thinks is a safe base, leaving me to plunder all that you ever held dear, shunning your culture, beliefs and dreams.
I have chained your world in my inescapable fortress but have left loopholes for the agents of positivity to come pay you respect and enjoy watching as you effortlessly chase them away because you’re a pathetic weakling.
You’ve watched me hail over your neighbouring worlds with famine, yet you think you stand a chance against thee?
I am pandemic disease with no cure.
I am absolute destruction!
I am depression!
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I wish there was a heaven's hug day,
Yes, a hug from God.
Just once in a every year,
It'll probably change all that I yell about,
And maybe I’ll finally got to tell a different tale.
People make you wonder ,
You pick up your phone and wonder if you should text nor call,
You wonder if you should check them up,
You’re always uncertain about them,
Even if they never shout it out,
Their body language screams that you're a nuisance,
Their silence hollers that you’re an inconvenience,
Suddenly you sink into the wonder hole again,
Maybe you're really the problem,
It can't be that a whole lot is nuisanced by you,
You must be the problem,
That’s when I look up to the heavenly realm ,
And yearn for a hug,
Seeking To be loved,
Just once a year is all I ask,
I couldn't be a problem for God right?
Once won't change the heaven's timeframe,
Because one year can be like a thousand years in heaven,
All I need is not to wonder, but a heaven's hug.
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Another day, gotta keep at it ,
Play the role of Ms Smiley face,
Dust myself up and put on the mask ,
And thus put on a good show,
Cause they shouldn't know,
Why should they know about behind the scenes,
Whilst they enjoy too much of what's on the screen,
Chop chop now they wanna laugh,
Remember your comedy lines,
Don't disappoint, you were appointed for this role,
And you play your part so well that they pick you out for other roles,
And you've mastered all of them ,
Counselor of all crisis.
You can’t risk sneaking them behind the scenes ,
Cause they'll never look at you with admirence again.
Gotta keep the welcomed appearance,
The performance with an ambiance,
Keep the audience warm ,
Cause nobody's gonna glance your way once they know who's behind the actor.
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Here's to being the bigger person,
The one to keep the peace,
The one to bury their feelings,
The one who understands where everyone's coming from,
Always justifying the obvious.
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Not really fit for you.
Probably slipped under God’s nose and dropped here.
I bet He wonders “who’s this” when I pray.
I’m surely not on any “living human list”
My life’s smashing all over,
Is it even correct to say “my life”?
When mothers see me, they turn and say “look sweetheart, don’t turn into that girl”.
I’m a bad-example person. should I even refer myself a person?
Doesn’t every “person” have everything figured out?
Lifelong plans, graduations, vacations, marriage ?
Who am I to call myself a person then?
I’m a sluggard and talentless, Buffalo looking and teethless.
Snails are better than me , they’re sluggish because that’s their nature.
Do I have a lifes purpose? Imbecilic question isn’t it?
Why search for a purpose if you don’t have a life?
Not that I don’t want you, You just never liked me .
I have aimed for you, get setted and ready,
Ran for you like a tiger, the soon I dabbed inside you,
You changed into a rubber and I bounced back and cracked my head.
Something said: ‘get up’ I did, then I swam for you, Le Clos style,
Just when I was about to grab you, sharks devoured you.
Then I looked up, “don’t give up” song played.
I saw you up in the sky falling down,
Took a basket and made sure you landed safely on me.
But you missed me and crashed down.
Picked you up and needled you, guess you can’t sew a shattered glass.
I’ve been chasing you down, but you keep running away from me,
Bought a “life-potion” guess that doesn’t work on you.
Would you slow down and give me a reason to live?
You’re killing me but you’re not in me, you belittle me but you’re not so huge,
‘cause if you were, you’ll be slow enough for me, visible, well. So I can grab.
But you’re swift, you’re fast, always slipping through these hands
You make me feel insecure
How do you even make me feel if you’re not in me?
Why give me these feelings when you don’t want me?
You constantly reject me.
24 years I’ve lived and you have not killed me
But everyday you plant suicide thoughts up my head.
What cruel , creepy-crawly-creature are you?
Everyday you shutter me down.
Then you whisper ‘hope’ ‘don’t give up’
Why do you do this to me? Why did you pick me?
Why am I forever losing in these mind-games of yours?
My pillows are wet, eyes swollen and red
I have eight hairs, sore throat and swollen lips.
Look, I apologize for that ish
Please just give me a chance to sort out my
I’M LIFELESS.
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