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Best Poems Written by Lefika Maine

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I Hear Music

I hear music in 
The rhythm of my heartbeat
And take solace in knowing 
Its melodies my heart bleeds
The sorrows of my ancestors 
Are expressed in the deepest songs
That seem to resonate 
From the head that I sleep upon

I hear music through
The sound of the silent scream
From a child deprived of
The freedom to cry in need
My inspiration is drawn 
From the symphony that is you
As visions of your beauty 
Gave me wings and I flew

I hear music through 
The words that the women speak
The mysteries of their pain 
And hurt makes my spirit weep
This is tragic so I’m sinking
Deep in a mystic sea of suffering
The tears of my spirit
In turn are given frequency

I hear music in 
The undertones of a Praise Poet’s verse
As he continues to throw
The potent spoken word
My body is submerged in music
And my feeling is song
All of life exudes music
And so we’re singing all along

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Black Rose

She was a beautiful black rose
from nature's garden
but this was marked as the place
she'd forsake the god in
their love was found at what now
was a place forgotten 
by the barriers of time
that enslave the fallen

the feeling's gone
they were music
he was rhythm and she was song
but still they stayed dreaming on
in retrospect; a different view of life
was it me or was it her
is it just confused as spite

the black rose grew some thorns
my touch couldn't bare
some say my vision was blinded 
'cos they were already there
the thorns of a rose
really just protect what's most sacred
but they'll eventually hurt anyone 
who tries to embrace it

the black rose was growing up
a sight to behold
but interaction between us 
was increasingly cold
and so we grew detached
and i left the rose's garden
just to be alone 
even though my soul was starving

and the rose began to wilt 
from the toxins of the day
perceived to make it better
but it was beautiful anyway
no happy ending in sight
for the story of me and the rose
for we were to know 
the feeling of needing to hold
somebody really close
to a badly broken heart

this was my life prerogative
my soul was broken up