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Kamogelo Maubane Poem
You threaten me…
like intimidation is a skill you mastered.
Even in Purple Month,
when women are supposed to be celebrated,
protected,
uplifted—
you still choose violence
like it’s a personality trait.
To you, our pain is just a concept.
A poster.
A speech someone else must give.
Never you.
You open fake Facebook accounts in my name—
wearing my identity
like a stolen jacket.
Posting pictures of me
like you bought me,
like you own me,
like my face is something you’re entitled to.
You spread lies about me
because truth has never loved you back.
You scam people in my name
because your own name
is too empty
to stand on its own.
You threaten to kill me
for leaving.
You promise to send gangsters my way
because freedom—for me—
feels like disrespect to you.
But every morning
I whisper to myself:
“It can be done.”
And every night
I thank myself
because I’m doing it.
Without you.
And that—
that’s what burns you the most, isn’t it?
That my life gets better
and better
daily,
even without you.
Still I grow.
Still I rise.
Still I get thicker,
stronger,
happier—
without you.
Our “love” died the day I said hubby
and you replied,
cold as metal,
“I’m not your hubby. I didn’t marry you.”
That’s the day I knew—
I was pouring love into a grave
and calling it a future.
So go ahead.
Threaten.
Lie.
Create a hundred stolen versions of me online.
Do whatever helps you pretend
you still matter in my story.
Because the real me?
The woman who walked away?
She is untouchable.
Unbreakable.
Reborn.
Engaged
Purple. Powerful.
Protected by her own strength.
And no gangster,
no fake account,
no whispered threat
will ever dim the light
I reclaimed.
Copyright © Kamogelo Maubane | Year Posted 2025
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Kamogelo Maubane Poem
Unmusking the Lies - Poem written to Elon Musk
In the stillness of night, a truth stirs and grows,
A chorus of voices, where our history flows.
From the ashes of burdens, our spirits ignite,
Our pain woven deep, and we’re reclaiming our light.
Elon, hear our cries—this narrative’s flawed,
To claim we are killers, is a strike at theawed.
The echo of struggle, the chant you condemn,
Is a cry for the fallen, for our lost sisters and brethren.
"Kill the Boer," they chant—not a call to the blade,
But a voice through the silence, where our heroes were laid.
It reflects the suffering, the scars of the past,
A fight for our freedom, a hope built to last.
We carry the weight of history’s chains,
But our joy and our strength break free from the pains.
We aren't the oppressors; we rise, we stand tall,
In the shadows of anguish, our spirits won’t fall.
So listen, dear world, and lend us your ear,
For the truth of our struggle is steeped in our fear.
To label us violent is to silence our soul;
We rise from oppression, reclaiming our whole.
The chants of the past are our stories of strife,
They honor the fallen, they honor our life.
In the face of injustice, we won’t turn away,
We’ll sing for the chosen, who fought night and day.
So stop with the labels, and see us anew,
For our strength is in unity, and our hearts hold the truth.
That mourning is layered, and pain wears many forms,
But in justice and healing, our resilience transforms.
Let love be the narrative, let wisdom be clear,
For only in understanding will we silence the fear.
Together, we rise, hand in hand, side by side,
In the tapestry of justice, our souls will abide.
Copyright © Kamogelo Maubane | Year Posted 2025
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I will not bow, nor bend, nor break,
For I have fire no storm can take.
My voice, though quiet, will rise and roar,
A wave that crashes on every shore.
No chains of silence will hold me still,
For I am forged by iron will.
The world may press, but I stand tall,
Unafraid to speak, to risk it all.
In every shadow, I find my light,
I stand my ground, I own my fight.
For I am more than what they see,
A soul that’s fierce, forever free.
The Strength of She Who Leads
She walks where others fear to tread,
With battles fought inside her head.
Not every crown is made of gold—
Some are silent, fierce, and bold.
She leads not just with words, but fire,
With vision sharp and soul inspired.
When storms arise and voices shake,
She stands unbent—she does not break.
Her power isn’t loud or grand,
It’s steady grace, a guiding hand.
She’s fallen, yes—but rose again,
Each scar a medal earned from pain.
She does not wait for paths to clear,
She carves the way and conquers fear.
Her tears have watered fields of growth,
She’s made of iron and of oath.
To lead is not to seek applause,
But rise each time for higher cause.
Through doubt, through fire, through darkest night—
She shines, a beacon forged in light.
So if you seek the soul who wins—
Look not at ease, but where it begins.
In every heart that dares, believes—
There lives the strength of one who leads.
Copyright © Kamogelo Maubane | Year Posted 2024
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He forgot our roots, from where those women came,
Raised by resilient black women, breaking trauma's claim.
Not a black , I stand as a black woman, strong,
In the absence of your father, I've learned to belong.
Speaking of black pussy, don't reduce us to disdain,
My essence, an ocean's scent, a heritage to maintain.
Hating black women, misguided and unkind,
My body, not your rehabilitation center to find.
In the tapestry of resilience, my story unfolds,
A symphony of strength, in the narrative it holds.
To understand, you must listen, not condemn,
My black pussy, a sanctuary, not built for them.
In the echoes of silence, I rise above,
A black woman, not defined by others' love.
My worth, my power, not for rehabilitation,
For in my own essence, I find restoration.
Copyright © Kamogelo Maubane | Year Posted 2024
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In the realm of dreams, where echoes dance,
"Imagination" takes its chance.
Sparkling realms and cosmic hues,
A kaleidoscope of fanciful views.
I soar on whispers of fantasy's breeze,
Through moonlit seas and enchanted trees.
In my mind's embrace, the mundane unwinds,
A tapestry of wonders, where magic finds.
Creatures unseen in daylight's glow,
Tales unfold, where fantasies grow.
Unbridled thoughts, a carousel of delight,
Where time dissolves in the softest light.
Majestic dragons, guardians of the night,
Guide me through realms, surreal and bright.
Imagination, the muse of the soul,
A masterpiece painted on dreams' scroll.
So, let's traverse the astral plane,
In the poetry of imagination, let's reign.
Copyright © Kamogelo Maubane | Year Posted 2024
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In the tapestry of divine embrace,
Aspect of God, woven with grace.
Indivisible from the cosmic whole,
A presence ensouls, a sacred soul.
Feeble form, ordained to unfold,
On earthly stage, a story told.
Not merely actors in life's grand trance,
Bilocating awareness, a cosmic dance.
Recognizing the script, we play our part,
Life's drama echoed in the heart.
Bilocation unfolds, a spiritual stance,
A joyful ballet, soul's exquisite advance.
Copyright © Kamogelo Maubane | Year Posted 2024
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In the tapestry of turmoil, World War 3 unfolds,
Yemen, America, Palestine—stories of war retold.
Hamas and Israel dance on a contentious stage,
Nations entwined in a conflict that fuels rage.
South Africa intervenes, with a knowing heart,
A history of apartheid, tearing worlds apart.
Freedom's taste lingers in their collective soul,
Yet, the present echoes a globe out of control.
Colonizers, architects of exploitation's creed,
Ravaged nations, left scars that still bleed.
Unusable lands, resources stripped bare,
A legacy of pain, a burden we all share.
The problem of wars, a tragic human tale,
A narrative of power, where the mighty prevail.
Brother against brother, ideologies collide,
The casualties mount, as humanity's hopes slide.
Emotion seeps through the wounds of the displaced,
Children robbed of innocence, dreams erased.
Mothers weep, fathers fight an endless war,
In the midst of chaos, what are we fighting for?
Controversy whispers in the corridors of peace,
A world divided, yearning for a sweet release.
Yet, solutions elude, like shadows in the night,
Caught in the web of politics, power, and might.
Could diplomacy be the balm for wounds so deep?
Or are we prisoners, in a cycle we can't sweep?
Emotional echoes, pleading for a global change,
Can we rewrite our story, on a broader range?
Controversy rises, challenging the status quo,
Is peace an illusion, or a path we can sow?
In the heart of chaos, can compassion ignite?
A world united, where love takes flight.
Solutions beckon from the realm of empathy,
Understanding the root, not just the legacy.
Education, dialogue, fostering unity's art,
Perhaps therein lies the key to mend each heart.
Controversial or not, the answer remains unclear,
In the symphony of chaos, can harmony draw near?
Emotionally torn, seeking peace's sweet refrain,
For a world at war, yearning to break the chain.
Copyright © Kamogelo Maubane | Year Posted 2024
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Love, once sacred, now feels like air,
Vanishing quickly, though everywhere.
We trust in the outside, hollow and wide,
Forgetting the voice that lives deep inside.
Validation flies high, like stars in the sky,
The truth of a bond is now a surprise.
How did we fall, in this modern parade,
Where promises fade, and hearts are betrayed?
Look how we live, trading for gain,
Raising each other with whispers of pain.
Privacy now guards what love cannot keep,
Secrets that drown in silence so deep.
But today, I rise, unbreakable, whole,
Deception won't swallow the strength of my soul.
Who do I trust, when trust is so thin?
I’ll turn to my roots, where love did begin.
I'd return to my father’s house, where peace is my song,
Rather than live where intentions are wrong.
For I'd rather be alone, in truth and in grace,
Than lie with a heart that’s lost its own place.
Copyright © Kamogelo Maubane | Year Posted 2024
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The Now Continuum
In the quiet pulse of the present's breath,
Lies the secret, the power that outlasts death.
Not in the past, where shadows cling tight,
Nor in the future, a distant flight.
The now, the moment, this sacred time,
Where all is aligned, where hearts chime.
It whispers, “You are the creator, the key,
Unlock your truth, and just let it be.”
Since thoughts speak in past tenses,
Drop the mind, rely on senses.
Embracing and releasing,
Pain pangs and pleasure pleasing.
There was a beggar who asked me for R10,
With a tired face, worn by life's harsh trend.
I looked at him, and I asked, "Have you searched deep within yourself?"
For many seek outside, not knowing the wealth
Lies within, in the heart, in the soul's true song,
A treasure that’s been there all along.
He sat atop a bucket, weary and lost,
I asked, “Have you checked what’s inside, at what cost?”
He shook his head, “I’ve never dared to look,
Since I got it, I've just sat, in the same old nook.”
“Open it,” I said, “See what’s in your grasp,
Your power is hidden, break free from the clasp.”
He opened the lid, his eyes widened in awe—
A golden bar, a life-changing law.
No longer a beggar, no longer in need,
For inside that bucket lay the seed
Of wealth and freedom, the key to his fate,
A life transformed, no longer chained by fate.
In the now, in the present, you hold your own power,
A moment of truth, a single hour.
What you seek outside, you already possess,
It’s within, it's yours—nothing less.
For the continuum of time is vast,
But the now is your anchor, built to last.
Embrace the present, let it be your guide,
In this eternal now, you cannot hide.
So rise, creator, in this space so wide,
The universe moves, and you’re the tide.
In the now, your future is spun,
You are the light, the moon, the sun.
In the now, your future is done,
The present is where you’ve already won.
Copyright © Kamogelo Maubane | Year Posted 2025
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Its an institutionalized war against a black man yet a fellow black man is glorifying his brother man who cheat and lie to his wife and family, this is bull how are we building the nation with lustful horny old boys.We need disciplined committed men who are not easy destructed to fight with this institutionalized system intended to destroy a black melanated man.
Its an institutionalized war against a black man yet an illiterate fellow black man will call you a scammer for choosing to HodL bitcoin instead of material possesion now they have 25 years on bonds, ballon payment and debt while one is sitting on 25 bitcoin.
Its an institutionalized war against a black man yet an illiterate fellow black man assume 27 cars is a symbol of wealth i told them i rather have 27 bitcoin or 27 hectars of land.
Its an institutionalized war against a black man yet a black man is celebrated for accumulating vanity slaves material possessions when you ask about assets vs liabilities balances sheet or cashflow thats when you realised these people are uninformed, illiterates who worship vanity instead of accummulating cash generating assets then you ask yourself whats the purpose of school if it produce so many vanity slaves.
Its an institutionalized war against a black man yet a fellow black man will never encourage you to start a business let alone support your initiatives but rather call you names for unplugging from a 9-5 employment matrix cause the only thing he ever wish for was to escape the village and experience city life.
These are some of the things that contribute to overall moral decay.The problem with us is that we dont keep it real with each other.We all allow our fellow brother man to indulge in unproductive economical and personal life activities that only keep them in a rat race or destroy thier mental peace.The ripple effect of this ignorance is the current state of the nation.
Copyright © Kamogelo Maubane | Year Posted 2024
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