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The Feminist!!

i am the wordsmith
son of the verbalist
my expressions flows 
in clicks of my tongue
like the San of the sands
the only strange thing about me
is my cliks and twists are softer
and sincere
but fearless...
I am the very woman
who will live by her offspring
and voice her dreams
because she could care less
who shuns her because
even then, her skin and 
state of beauty
still sets their tongues wagging
Call her strange but
she is the very woman
who would put her foot down
and swear in the eyes of the beast
that she has had enough
The very woman
who would live until the very end
so that she sees to it that
all she loves stays well
The very woman who would 
halt the habit of a man
who solves his financial crisis
with the back of his hand
and resolves to the toxic green bottle
for refuge
The very woman who would 
live seven lives just so that
her will gets done
She is the very woman
who measures her worth
by the count of heart beat
her essence
has its own calibration
greater than man
She is the very woman
who would be quick to get up
after greatly falling 
and heal her bruises with time
then follow the sun
for her home is where it sets
That woman is me
you
her
them
caged in these little girls
waiting to be unleashed
so they could rule!

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Feet, Toes, Fingers and Hands

some angel asked me
to look into the rainbow
and paint what i saw
I couldn't do that though
All I saw was chatty people
with long hair and transparent skin
their lean, long legs covered
with long bright robes
and they had the most blue
shade of eyes
they talked with their hands
touched one another 
so affectionately
it brought tears to my eyes
I was tempted to beckon
the one standing by the window
and ask him to let me in
but then I looked at my toes
they were burnt, chirped and dusty
spent really
each crack at my heel
bore a character to a story
of my yesterday
traces of new ones
to be borne tomorrow
traveled across the belly
of my foot and 
the little of my toes
that was my left foot alone
the right one was perfect
smooth at the heel
and soft by the belly and
a little to the sides
with small rounded toes
red painted nails
So in my head I could wrap
the left one with  both my hands
to near the right's perfection
but it stung
scratched and fondled my palms
to the the braking point
my hands couldn't quite hold their own
they didn't let go without a fight
and they do not break
they are made of steel
smooth to touch
but sleek on the tongue
a little easy on the eyes
but harsh to the skin
they could pierce a man's heart
and leave him at the brink of tears
making him want to pull out all his hairs
and take off his skin
each leak of faith
reduced with the tears
that circled her eyes
she was ready to give in
and hang her self right above the cliff
falling off was inevitable
but going back
would not be happening, ever

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Dear Sunset- Love Letter

The way streaks of light
Tickles the horizons 
When sunset smiles 
Just makes my soul squeal 
And my heart do cart-wheels backwards
And I look at him
With so little care at the world
But much for him
Wishing he could tuck 
My emotions bit by bit
Into his heart and carefully melt 
Them onto the palm of his hands
So that each time we touch
Every nerve in my body responds
Shout songs of praise and happiness 
From the top of my voice as
He tastes my will 
And tread after my hand's touch 
Listening to the beat of want
As it echoes deeply
In his throat
"Tell me sunset, does your lips
Taste of mine when you lick them"

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Reminising...

i want to go back
to the time when nothing mattered
when being daddy's little girl
was the best occupation
a big little woman
could manage...

Back when riding your bicycle
across the hood was
the greatest adventure
Back when having a crush
on a boy who sits across me
during art class meant nothing
but coping with being shy
and clumsy when he comes around

I want to go back 
to the time before his eyes
burnt my skin when he stared at me
and the time before
I knew she could jump off the walls
and scratch me...
back to the time when she was
my little star, one that shone
eternally with no intension to dim
Back to the time when arguments
were fair and always ended
with a mutual smile...

I want to go back
to the time when 'never'
was more or less like 'could not'
And when a smile from you
injected me with ecstasy
that i felt could last me
a lifetime...
Back when locking eyes with you
meant we are talking
the same language
when reaching out 
for your hand soothed my heart
And healed the bleeding
wound whose tears never
dried...

I want to go back
to the time when i could
go to bed with a smile
and wake up the same
back to the time 
when possible was legit
when dreams could come true
back to the time
when love was the
feeling that made you
warm inside yet 
gave you shivers and goosebumps
on the outside

I want to go back 
to the time when
I was me, and that
was not a sin
I want to go back...
back to the time when
I believed the same way
I could erase drawings
I could also erase my mistakes
and take back my words
Back to the time when
when a promise was sealed
with a silly pledge yet
meant it was for real
and secrets were told in the dark
so that no one can hear...

I want to go back 
to the time when
I yearned for your touch
and wondered how it feels
to be in your clasp
Back to the time when
i could carry my own cross
of crucification
just so i could prove
you are righteous

I want to go back
to the time before i knew
that words from your tongue
could stick on my heart
and do away with its tissues

I want to go back
to the time when time passing
did not count 
as long as you were there
with me...

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Magic City

I grew up with an understanding
that magic lived in a city
of blue lights and coveted sin,
that men were built to be
senseless steel buildings
tall enough to shoulder any storm
but too condescending to shed a tear
they they will continue to be
the knight in shining amour 
as long as the darkness
does not fade
and that for as long as you
shall say yes, they will stay
But this woman
is too robust to care
she locked her feelings
in her heart and fed the key
to the furnace
but caring isn't exactly
something you can contain
if it becomes too much
it lurks through the peep holes
and key holes
then finds the next taxi
to the city of magic
and even becomes the demon's
advocate.
So on most days she finds
herself bed strapped 
and longing to know him
to breathe his air and maybe even
hear him talk
a whisper out of this man
jubilates her soul and sends
an after shock twitch through her
Now imagine what his touch
can do, but sadly
he wears rubber gloves
with thermal absorbers
and makes him cold
with a fire that glows only
from his eyes...
...she should buy a heater....

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Barefoot Philosopher

the real name of a hero
that never dies
That mist that always
goes up even in day light
redeems them of the curse
the blessing,the hate and contradiction
that her forefathers' name carries

we sit around the eminent fire
that toxicated her with  wisdom
that she she dished to us from
the calabash she held underhand
she sits,graceful with the twinkle
on those beautiful,rich brown
ebony eyes that showed the liveness in her
as the story of her life
walked out of her mouth
feminenly rolling her tongue

she elegantly holds high her head
as her radiant face
emits that urge that makes
one read within the wrinkles
of her well curved face
Those lines,tell a tale of their own
yearning for you to
trace a finger along them
so they can insipate in you
all there is to drawing every breath
and letting it go

she gave birth to the wonderfull earth and 
all that walks down the trees
into the woods down across Babylon
into Canan
Words rubbed across her tongue
with ease and made me appreciate
this very woman
my mother was born to
and many other who walks this soil barefoot
She being the same flesh
as my mother,your mother
our mother,yet she utters
shadows that feeds many...

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Letter To My Firstborn

if all  you can do
is watch birds
and wonder how they fly
and wish you could free
the one caged in you
in the dark paths 
of your being
then the only urge
your mind will hand to you
from pure instinct
will be to
stretch out your hand
out into the stars
and let the moon
read your palms
and trace your life
following the beat 
of your heart
live free
within the four walls
of your heart
and never peek outside
because the wind out there
is toxic
it burns the lungs 
and eats through the veins
until the walls around you crumble
and you stand out
in the open, naked
for the world to see
Remember, that little voice 
in your head
is right, once again
you need to play it
over and over again
until your head spins
in the right direction
and until the fog has cleared
One day in my dreams
II promised God
I'd never tell you about love
but its imperative that
that promise, becomes the only one
that I pretend to never
remember making just so
I can say to you
love is simple
but we complicate it 
with all that we dress it in
Here I am, not able to understand
the word it self
but attempting to write it down
hoping one day you will know
that your mother, selfless  as she is
loved easily
and she defined her love
as giving, forgiving, living and giving 
and that in all of those
she never took
because it never seemed enough
bu she,, had a big heart
with enough cheer to spread around
enough laughter to feed everyone
but her world fell silent
as the  night crept in 
bringing with it monsters
she feared the most
for her to  face first hand
she could  never tell the world
that she had a bruise
covered in cotton candy
the kind that melts each time
she smiled at her self
but child, I wish you never become
anything like her
so to state that
as a request to God
I will call you "Nhlanhla"
hoping for him to listen
to my pleas and help me 
do the one thing
 I most probably will be proud of
and for the first time
let me take happiness
out of life...

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Food For Thought

she sits on a toilet seat
slitting her stomach
making small lines
that sent mental messages
to her head
bleeding out the anger
that dilates her perspective
of this world
In the dark 
she wrote mantras
on her ankles and sat
in a tub of warm water
watching her blood diffuse
cell by cell
denting the back of her head
that she kept banging
against conscience
She craved a little helping
from his hormones
Them and her
twirling at warp speed
rounding the world in a heart beat
he leveled tiffs they had
about their dark closet
boundaries drawn
binding them a strip 
above the belt line
of the goddess
and from underneath there
was lurking truth that
dripped down her thighs
caressing his thoughts
making him wish
life wasn't so much of
a cut throat female dog sometimes
It was her pale,dry
cheeks that haunted him
the chirpy lips she kept licking
in rhythm with each turn life took
in her head
He sat across her
hoping to offer anything
for her thoughts

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The Day I Shot Cupid

It was a long shot
taken after a major
emotional battle...
A series of thoughts
draining my brain
making me feel less of
a person
because i sold my heart 
to Satan, traded it 
for what was another woman's
Which never made sense
except for the fact that it felt
good...
You have made me
your emotional bank and you
most treasured scared piece
of flesh that makes my head
spin and my taste buds explode
and when we talk
between forgotten passages
and take walks in deserted gardens
the arrows you hold to the back
of my heart etches deeper
cuts the arteries holding together
my sanity
and bleeds emotions new to
my heart but brings spectacular comfort
and for you I would do
anythings just so you can
touch my hand again
look deep into my eyes
and say those three most
intangible words in ancient English
then I would know
you are the only person who ever
really got to know the true color
of my eyes
but never really saw the fire 
you lit in them
And just so to end my insomnia
I will hunt down that bastard of a kid
steal his bow, and plant it deep
into your heart
so you could understand
Why it hurts so much
to love you back
In a way I doubt 
you will ever love me in...

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Heartbreak

Sometimes heart break
Is the most addictive
Self inflicted lashes
You know what hurts
How to fix it
But you chase the hurt anyway
Dig deep in the ground
And find it there
In waiting and you nurse it
Feed it your tears
Chastise it with looks
That makes it feel sacred
Like its purpose was 
To spread its roots
Down there
Like a virus
Build down to your soul
Sit there heavy, and sink your heart
Down the bottle of vodka
Wondering why tomorrow 
Would even bother coming around
When yesterday couldn't 
Sit around long enough
When you are this broken
But you feed the wound anyway
Because sometimes pain
Beats the thrill of a first kiss