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Best Poems Written by Kgosietsile Dintlhoane

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a portrait of a family at a dinner table

Father is dressed in grim face and a white shirt,
His unfriendly face could win the heart of Hitler –
mother combed her hair this time
and her deep brown eyes carries heavy love for her family.
in the painting i am sitting right in front of the grim face
with my eyes bent as if afraid to look
and my sister is dressed in a baby blue dress,
her hair is weaved and her eyes are so sad, so so sad
as if she has just lost her child through stillbirth.
the artist it seems has paid attention to detail in his work
plates are filled with food and glasses are empty of joy,
but it is the discomfort in our hearts that is missing on this painting
the painting and the artist failed to save us,
failed to reveal fear in our hearts with his brushstrokes –

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body memory

this is not love
burning my soul to ashes...

this cannot be love
that made my heart scream
until its love fell off at the edge of life

i have waited for a full day
to tell on you to mama
to tell to tell to tell

of how you slipped
into me
whilst i was asleep

creating fear in my heart
with your fierce look at me
ordering me to shhh shhhh shhh shut up

my body carries
a violent memory
of you forcing entry into me
of you soaking my fragile skin
with your stinking sweat

and i know this’ and i know this

that when you imprisoned me in this painful memory
you also imprisoned yourself in guilt –

unless you are a psychopath, remorseless –

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Reincarnation

we are angels and demons
victims and villains
warlords and peacekeepers –

we have been all of it
incarnation after incarnation –
playing out the game of life –

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dear light beings

occupy your space dear ones –
you are the descendants of THE GREAT LIGHT BEINGS
you are sparks of light descended on planet earth
to illumine us your fellow beings, your siblings in light –

occupy your space dear ones
enter into our hearts
with intentions of pure love
with intentions of deep compassion

the time has now come
for you to stir light lying dormant
deep within all of us,
move our hearts with your true smiles

show us the path masters once tread
and hold our hands steady
as we shed old beliefs
and ready us for the journey into eternal light –

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conversation with Stella

before you tell
of the heaviness in your heart
it is only natural
to want to tell of mine first

before you can tell
of how brutally you were violated
by your mom’s men
who peeped through the key hole
of your bedroom door
whilst you were bathing
Fattening their lust
losing human status
qualifying as demons

it is only natural
to want to tell first
of my little incidents,
of hugs i missed
from my deceased mother
of fear slipping into me
every time my stepdad was drunk
and of hating everything about school
before you can tell my dear
of the shock that nearly
choked you to death
when your mom
refused to believe
that blood running down
from your girly
did not come out naturally

it is only natural
to want to tell first
of mean children at my school
who ate without guilt
in front of my growling belly
and threw remnants of their food
on the ground for me to pick up
and eat like an abandoned dog

before you can tell Stella
of the roughness of the streets
you chose for a home
streets filled with hooligans, charlatans,
pimps, corrupt police men and women

it is only fitting
for me to tell first
of rage boiling like lava in my chest
raging against society
that declared you and me
human-factory faults –

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as if in a dream, for Jorika

we meet every night
in spirit form
(as if
in a dream)
to embrace the flame of love
burning between us

and then
wake up
even to forget
to hug
each other

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my name is Stella

at the end of the day
they come to rest on my breasts
men with important jobs
men with issues at home
who needs tissues
to wipe off their shameful tears

they come in different colors and needs
men with timeframes to finish projects
men with egos to protect,
men with a lot to hide even from their loved ones

they come to rest on my breasts,
to cry, to shout, to bite and to curse social norms
that got them in unwanted marriages
that got them in unwanted sodomy from their church priests
they come at the end of the day, every day –
to take a brief break from their easy lives, and rest on my breasts –

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Jorika

you say
you are cold
from loneliness

i say
your laughter
is the fiercest fire
that warms
my whole being

your struggle is
to see yourself
as i see you,
light, love, laughter, peace –

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the only love i know

he has always been my death –
he has always been my fear –
doors banging,
plates flying and breaking,
shouting, conniving,
lying to save my face from fists,
the only love I know –

the kicking
of my locked bedroom door
the swearing
the throttling of my neck,
fear and loneliness –
forceful penetration
the long rape, the long long rape –
the only love I know –

anger displayed
like a horrifying painting,
emotional outbursts,
the look of hate
and grinding teeth on top of me,

he has always been my death
he has always been my fear –
Mom’s boyfriend, the only love i know –

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on the birth of our daughter, Tlotlo

now that you are here little one
with your soft and tiny little feet
and that bright bright smile on your face,
i wish I could tell you (all is fine) all will be fine –

but i would not be doing justice
to the children in Congo
digging cobalt with their bare little fingers
digging cobalt to satisfy the unceasing greed of the western worlds–

i want to promise you safety my little one
hide you in my tummy like a baby-kangaroo
but they bomb babies like you
in Gaza, Israel, Russia and Ukraine right this very minute
and the soldiers eating proudly together afterwards
with their machine guns and hand grenades hanging tightly at their backs –

stroking your little fingers like this brings me so much joy my little one
i wish someone could paint this moment of total bliss
so that it lasts, so that is lasts on the painting 
while i sail deeper into my grief-stricken heart
and display familiar fierceness painted on my eyes –

you see my little one, this world’s joy was meant only for the rich
not your grandma who broke her back washing and cooking for the elites
not for your grandpa wo was called boy by children of his employers
and certainly not for me and your mother struggling to raise you in love,
for the guns and bombs won’t stop rattling outside, 
shaking the very root of our fear –