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Milika Kakhobwe Poem
Does it make you happy? Or perhaps
it excites you? To want the
unavailable and to love the un-
lovable. To feel the way you feel for
those that feel nothing for you. You’re
such a foolish child, you should know
better.
Who raised you? Who taught you
such ways? What is it that lures you
in, that makes you crave the
uncravable? What scent do they give
off that keeps making you want
them?
You should know better. Lord knows
you deserve better. Open up your
heart to something bigger than
yourself. Open your mind to a world
unseen. Leave it all behind and
reinvent yourself.
Those scars you keep poking at won’t
heal unless you let them. The pain
will never subside if you keep reliving
the horror. Hush child, don’t try to
justify your actions. Is a few minutes
of happiness worth a lifetime of hurt?
Is one moment worth a thousand
scars? Leave those foolish ways
behind.
She sat there wondering if one
moment could have changed
everything. If things would have been
different. She wondered, if it were all
different.. Would she be able to love
right? Would she be able to see the
good in people? To see the good in
herself?
Scars and hurt caused by an
unknown being she’d never crossed
paths with. An unknown being that
changed her past, her present and
future. An unknown being that
prevented her from loving, from
feeling.. From seeing what’s right in
front of her.
They say people come and go and
leave you in all sorts of ways. Some
change you for the better and others
for the worst. But what about those
that were never there and yet still
somehow they managed to make an
impact on your life? An impact that
could be easily be rectified had the
earth’s forces been kind to this
foolish child. Can the unknown being
be held accountable for the actions of
the girl who’s path he never crossed?
Indie Goddess™
Copyright © Milika Kakhobwe | Year Posted 2014
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Milika Kakhobwe Poem
He loved her.
Flaws and all
There wasn’t anything anyone could
say or do to make him feel otherwise.
There wasn't anything SHE could say
or do to make him stop.
she was all he had and he loved her;
he loved her sense of humour
the face she made whenever she
figured something out.
the passion she had
the fire in her eyes.
Many have tried.
many have failed.
he could never see her in a different
light but that of his imagination.
she captured his soul and wore it in a
vile around her neck proudly
He loved how she detest people.
people doesn’t cut it.. humans. she
detest humans.
He loved all her flaws
all her scars & dirty laundry.
he didn’t care that she had 4 kids by
four different guys
or that she had daddy issues.
He didn’t care;
that she couldn’t start her day off
without a little glen, jack & johnny.
he didn’t care that she wasn’t the
“ideal” girl. she was his girl.
Her beauty. Oh man her beauty, he
would walk for miles on end just to
see that smile.
To carry her over his shoulder when
she’s had too much to drink.
To wake up next to her in the
morning.
Nobody understood why. they
probably never will.
But she did.
He saw past the facadé
what he really saw was a little girl in a
womans body; with little time left in
the world. All he wanted was for her
to have someone. For her not to leave
the way her mother and grandmother
left.
And their mothers before.
- Indie Goddess -
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Copyright © Milika Kakhobwe | Year Posted 2014
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Milika Kakhobwe Poem
You see me and assume I am inferior to you
You hear where I'm from and wonder how it could be possible for someone like me to be on your level and maybe even better
You see the color of my skin and think I am beneath you
That I will never achieve anything that you possibly could
Because to you I am inferior
To you I am nothing more but less
Because my skin is different from yours
Because I am not where you are from
You see the color of my skin
And then begin to wonder
How it is for me to carry myself the way I do
You hear me speak
And wonder how I am able to articulate myself the way I do; I sound just like you, if not better.
You wonder how it is possible for someone such as myself to be this way
I am not the color of my skin
I am not the land I am from
I am not my tradition nor my ancestors
I am a human being just as you are
I came into this world just as any other
I am not any different from you nor him
I am a human being
An educated woman that looks nothing like you
I am from a land unknown to you
A land in which you consider one country to be the whole continent
My roots are not that of yours
You and I are from two completely different worlds
There are many things about us that make us different starting with the colours of our skin
I am not beneath you
I am not an inferior race
I am a human being from a land unknown to you that doesn't look like you
I have a brain just as you
We may do things differently but I will never be inferior to you
I am not defined by how I look
Where I'm from
My culture
My mother
Her mother
Or her mother before
Nor the men and women who came before us
I am defined by who I am as a person
My education as well as knowledge
And what I bring to the table for society
Copyright © Milika Kakhobwe | Year Posted 2018
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Milika Kakhobwe Poem
When I die..
Put sunflowers in my hair, dress me
in white and lay me to rest.
Put me on a raft and let me drift to a
land unknown.
Tell him I loved him..
with all my heart
With every bone in my body
With every breath I took
… I loved him..
Tell him I’m in a better place with no
pain & sorrow.
Tell him I forgive him.
And he can’t hurt me anymore. He
was the best and worst thing that
ever happened to me.
When I die..
Put sunflowers in my hair, dress me
in white and lay me to rest. Put me on
a raft and let me drift at sea.
But please don’t forget to tell him I
loved him.
Copyright © Milika Kakhobwe | Year Posted 2014
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