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Nokuphiwa Mpanza Poem
Still wondering
trying to understand my title?
well that just a name of my QUEEN,
that is my sister.
Hlengiwe the lady who raised me and my subligs,
in times of deaath, sorrow and weakenesses,
In times of hunger , poorer and anger,
She always hold our hands and say,
"together we can do it"
In days where we lost hope,
she helped us restore it.
She became a mother to us when our own left the world.
We were all young , but she managed to parent us.
When days turn tough she prayed tough,
because no one helped her to be tough,
Only God restored , caltivated and motivated her.
Young as she was she maneged untill we bacame old,
With her prayers and love we grew well.
Look at me now im grown and i am able to write this poetry.
THANK YOU SISTER HLENGIWE KHANYISILE ZULU
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Nokuphiwa Mpanza Poem
Growing up loney
unhappy
unloved
with too much anger on your chest,
with no one to wipe your tears,
no shaulder to cry on.
you know sometimes you feel
like the world has turn it back on you.
in some days you wish you were never born,
but because you are already born
you have to live and fight.
Fight for your life alone
fight for what belongs to you alone.
wait...
Do you have something that belong to you?
did somebody left anything for you?
NO! not even a cent,
your parents passed before they did nothing to the world,
The only thing they did best was alcohol and theift.
I guess that life sometimes
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Nokuphiwa Mpanza Poem
PART 1
The questions are following me
They follow me like my shadow,
they couse sleepless nights for me.
you know why?
because i do not knw who is I.
The confusion about i is growing daily
Drepresion and stress has became my friend,
i mean they found a field or ground to me,
yes they are messing with my head.
All because i do not know who is I.
Even my mother herself,
The woman who gave birth to me,
The lady who carried me for nine months
could not even say a word about me,
she never had guts to tell me.
Even in her last day on earth she couldn`t,
instead she wrote on her pillow case
tellimg me who am I.
Copyright © Nokuphiwa Mpanza | Year Posted 2016
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