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Letwin Mapungwana Poem
To see her adorned in colour
You’d think she was a flower
I try my best to glower
So that I show that I’m a queen in power
But alas! I just seem to sink lower
Does he love her more, I ponder
Will she take him away, I wonder
In the end, I just have to try harder
For in his affections I must climb the ladder.
She has eyes that ‘twinkle’
And she seems to give off a ‘sparkle’
Now I see why to him, she’s quite the ‘apple’
Helpless rage consumes me and turns my face purple
She sashays with hips wriggling
As she gives off a girlish giggling
The reason he can’t stop ogling
At once I know they’ll soon be canoodling
And that, to me, is quite offending.
With steely determination I talk to his Nan
She assures me that he’s clearly my man
And Miss la di da is just the other woman.
Copyright © Letwin Mapungwana | Year Posted 2023
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Letwin Mapungwana Poem
Wounds fade…
but the pain never truly goes.
In a dark world full of woes
why should I run from wolves?
If death wants me in throes
Who am I to avoid my curse?
The blood I bleed
Is the blood they need?
Why deny them their feed?
For my blood, they’re greedy
They all come and seem so needy.
They want to suck me dry
Is death a reliever?
Isn’t pain just an escort,
So that no death should be without effort?
Therefore I claw, I cut and I bite
Then why does it not bleed?
Shrouded in darkness
Pain and loneliness
Still I pay no heed
To whispers begging me to hide.
Is it the scars,
Or the tears…
That determine pain?
Is it death…?
Or is it life
For which one should strive?
Copyright © Letwin Mapungwana | Year Posted 2024
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