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Molantwa Mmele Poem
A sad emotive
Blue ballad from
The broken soul
Of a mute man poet
His heart pounds a silent beat
From deep within
As he begins
To ballet with his fingers
Vocalizing his pain
To the world of blind and deaf
In the monsoon rain
Of his tears
As he express
His feelings and fear
About his future
In this cold world
Of insentient hearts
Being blind, mute or deaf
Doesn’t mean dead
This is the pain
That was easy to swallow
But hard to digest
So now I suggest
To take this fiery feeling
Out of my chest
Because they alienate us
They dig black holes
For us to find homes
Because all we are to the society
We lost souls
To those
Who got eyes to see
And ears to listen
We are just disable clowns
Because we are half human
But to those who got
Minds to think
And hearts to feel
We all human beings
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Molantwa Mmele Poem
With my attributes lessened
By those who need less
My efforts so invisible before your eyes
Likely to be provoked for my kindness
I am a divine servant
Serving from the core of my heart and soul
From the deepest depths of my devotions
To the highest heights of your desires
Highly dedicated
Bravely committed
Yet my compassion is so suffocated
How about a little humanity
A little consideration to my faithfulness
I am a solitary soul survivor
Striving for freedom
In the lands of servitude
Through the darkness and heavy storms
Where I learned not to suffer
But to dance in the rain
To feebly endure this heavily pain
Even though
My soul is being crucified
For my morality
My heart is bleeding to death
So as my palms are wounded, yet
I’m still willing to give
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Molantwa Mmele Poem
Nefertari
Amenities of the African lands
Indigenous black beautiful roses
Of the African soil
Dark and strong
In a black alluring archaic vogue
an amara in black woman
Sisters of samandzie
Balleting in a black dulcet rhythm
Of the African ancient song
With an
Idrissa desta
The power of Thee
Black Spiritus mundi
Brown eyes, Thick bones
Curly kinky afros
Dark is deep and strong
An authentic unique beauty of nature
Glows and Flourishing
From deep within
I like it black and strong
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Molantwa Mmele Poem
I was once bullied, beaten
Burned and buried
With sneering slurs
I was an introvert
I gave them love
My compassion
I gave them all I had
They took advantage of me
And still I kept giving
And they took everything
And left me with nothing else to give
But hatred
I was afraid to say no
I felt feeble to stand my grounds
They made fun of me
My ragged garbs
And I could only watch them
Having fun amusing each other
Ripping my soul apart
My heart full of scars
Moaning in sorrow
They made me hate school
I was afraid to raise my hand
And
Ask when I did not understand
Afraid to do presentations and orals
And I failed…Morons
I called them friends
My Classmates
Yet
They filled me with vicious resentment
Burning in my chest
My eyes bleeding Vengeance
My breath became a feral windstorm
Terminating my feelings
I saw nasty curs when I grimaced at them
I tortured and killed insects
Burning them alive because all I could see
Were their evil faces
And I was killing myself
All along
Along the road I forgave them
And started to hate myself
For being a victim of cowardice
I have no one to blame
But myself
They did not chain my hands
Or latched my mouth
I was a coward
I couldn’t man up and defend myself
Or
Maybe I wasn’t scared of them
But
I was scared to become one of those undisciplined
Oaf minded juveniles
You shouldn’t disguise your actual self
To look better
To conform with friends
I am who I am
Not who they want me to be
I trashed myself more than they did
And I have learned my lesson
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