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Luyanda Cele Poem
Yes ma, I am a boy and I don't like the lack of favour which I had been offered so I wont sit with the others and this is because I am a tainted boy, who found what love was on the tint of my phone, blocking out the camera with my thumb in case it records because although I was young I had already known what it meant to be seen, just like on the silver of my screen which had reflected my face in a way that I had deemed as inappropriate, I'd rather not associate with my features, specifically the brown in which I wear or my tainted hair, it coils. What is love? I am a boy with my hands on my phone but I would rather have spent those days held by you ma and although I'm young I'd have sown what love is, like how I could tear open the ducts on my face, yes I sometimes cry when you are not there. I am sad all the time Ma, kanti izandla zami ezani?(what are my hands for)
I want to be loved.
Copyright © Luyanda Cele | Year Posted 2025
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Luyanda Cele Poem
I don't think, I'm a feeler
And I feel heavily for her
A monk grows out his head
And leaves his house,
A patriot would turn for her
I don't speak, I'm a liver
Due to the abstinence
Of my other parts
The devout preacher
Cuts and pours
His heart onto bathroom sinks
For his house is empty
He, has left his religion
For something more heavenly
The monk grows out his hair for love,
He who is broke in spirit, becomes a believer
Unspoken words flood in open verse,
A schoolgirl becomes a healer.
Copyright © Luyanda Cele | Year Posted 2025
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