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Best Poems Written by Bukiwe Tiyane

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Can You Hear Me

Can you hear me?
Your womb is clean yet your heart is dirty
Its only been a week and you already want to get rid of me
Cant you at least allow me to see your face for a second?
Oh mother can you hear me?
How can you be this cruel?
Ever thought of other women who want children?
Oh mother why are you killing me?
What did I do to deserve this?
Can you hear me?
Your womb is warm
Your heart is cold
Oh mama please get rid of those pills
Hello! Can you hear me?
I know you were raped
I know you are bitter
But mama I didn't rape you
Those thugs raped you
I never asked for any of this
Can you hear me?
Flush those abortion pills mama
You will love me as time goes
You will love me from head to toes
I promise not to cause any chaos
Oh mama I'm begging you
Please hear me
How will you live knowing you killed an innocent soul?
Can you hear me?
Hello! Anybody there?
Can you hear me mommy?

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Pain Caused By Irresponsible Fathers

She carried her for nine months.
Had pains and cravings through out.
But they never bothered her.
They were rubbed off by the excitement of knowing she is able to carry full term.
She was happy.

The father decided to abondon them.
She started to feel the pains she ignored before.
Drinking became a habit.
Hatred became her bestfriend.

She pulled herself together.
Found a new man,
Fell pregnant,
"Its a boy"
They were happy.
But the anger and pain were still there.
She eased them by beating her up for stupid little mistakes.

She started to treat them unequally.
To her; the boy was an egg
While the girl was just a donkey.
She was now 10years old,
Used to being forced to wake up at 4am.
"Wake up and get the child ready for school"
She goes back to sleep as soon as she sees her first born up
A 10years old bathing a 7year old child.
She was paying for the sins of her father.

She is now a street kid...

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Words That Matter To Me

I was waken up by the chickens with their kwukwukwu sound.
I looked through the window and smiled to myself, the weather was beautiful.
As I was looking I saw some men standing next to my neighbours house.
They were standing in a form of a circle with their heads looking down.
I was disturbed by a knock on my door.
Three women walked in and sadness was written all over their faces.
"Your brother was shot last night." They said.
My voice failed me.
"Ha..have they taken him to hos..pital?" I asked with my shivering voice.
 "He is dead." 
I couldn't say anything, I became numb.
I gave out a loud sad cry.
My cries echoed around the environment, with sirens as my instruments to my sad song.
Words replayed on my mind "He is dead...He is dead."

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My Imaginary Restaurant

30/09/2016

My imaginary restaurant 


Driving on N2 road between Mtata and Dutywa.
You wouldn't pass without stopping by.
The smell
The smile on the faces
Of people coming out of that big beautiful house,
Will have your eyes wide open, 
Eager to find out why they're all smiles.
As you are busy looking, 
The name "Simple the best" will leave you with questions and more eager.
I can see you walking slowly towards the door.
Unsure of going inside
Yet you cant resist the smell.
Those "come inside, they are serving the best fast food here" words from the people coming out,
Are making it hard not to go inside.
Finally there you are 
Standing on the door with your mouth wide open.
"This place is amazing"
The amazement will have you talking alone.
Looking straight to where the smell comes from
And boom there she is, 
Julia Child with my staff.
With their friendly faces, their clean white uniform and the spotless place dragging you to the counter 
Not sure what to order?
Oh yeah you're looking around again trying to see what is most enjoyable by the customers.
You see a man eating fish and chips, licking his fingers.
You look around again and see a lady eating a hamburger like she was imprisoned for a month.
"They must be really good, no lady can eat like that"
You are having your own meeting
Wishing you had enough money to buy everything. 
It's evident that you were really amazed and didn't have the chance to read the slogan
Good Cheap Fast...

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16 Days of Activism

Before we expect them to speak up.
Before we judge them.
Before we make fun of their sufferings.
Before we label them by names;
Let us take a good look at our mindsets.
When they keep silent we call them cowards,
They report the abuse, we laugh at them.
Her name is Rose
But we change it to "the girl that was raped"
Her name is Bridget now we call her "the wife that was beaten up by her husband"
We say things like "Only a coward and fool can be beaten up or raped"
How do we expect them to come forth?
Before we expect them to stand up and fight, we have to change our mindset.
Stop laughing at them and start encouraging them.

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The Accident

The accident
Its as if I can see you rolling on that veld
With your head hitting on the stones.
Its as if I can hear your loud cry as the trees keep on ripping your clothes.
I can see that car rolling after you.
Its as if I can hear this prayer in your grief.
Its as if I can hear your  heart shout "I jumped out of that car, why is it rolling over me?"
Its as if I can see your tears running down your cheeks.
Its as if I can see you crawling on your knees trying to be safe.
That "boom" sound made by your car 
Your loud cry accompanied by that "Why is this happening to me?" question.
With dark red fabric Thus the flame.
All left me in tears ...

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Nobody Noticed

You saw her ever smiling face
You just loved her laughter
You were amazed by her caring soul
You wished she was your child
You wished your kids were like her

Ever noticed how lonely she was?
Do you remember the day you saw her sitting alone down the road?
Ever wondered why she was sitting alone under that tree?
What about the day you saw her sitting in that place of sleeping?
Did you ever noticed her shattered soul?

She was a "happy kid/soul"
But deep down she was a broken soul
She missed her parents
To her, a medicine to wake the dead would have been great.

She was a "happy kid/soul"
But deep down she was empty
She was a slave in her parent's house
Having to do house chores was nothing to her,
Her mother taught her well.
But.. having her aunt's husband forcing his way inside her tiny body, takes the cake.

She was a "happy kid/soul"
But she was empty and hopeless
That she thought suicide was her only hope.

Someone should have noticed

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Dear Future

I know how it feels to sleep with an empty stomach.
I know how it feels to have nothing.
I know how it feels to be rejected by my own neighbours.
I know that painful feeling of hearing them saying "there she comes, hide your plates."
I know the pain of going to school with bare foot
I know the pain of losing my loved ones.
 

Now Dear future, 
Let there be no more sorrows.
No more death.
Please be nice.

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My Love, Thekiso

My Love, Thekiso

Your skin glows like the Pear, blossoms Terminator as the Rose in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your Hop voice and leaps like a Dog at the whisper of your name, Thekiso.
The evening ascends in on a great Rover wing.
I am calmed by your Change that I carry into the twilight of Love beams and hold next to my Face. 
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of Juice. 
As my Lips falls from my Black, it reminds me of your Kiss. 
In the hushed, I listen for the last Communication of the spring.
My heated Mouth leaps to my Men's clothing. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret Body so that we may Wear as one, Mouth to Mouth, in search of the glorious Blue and spiritual Eyes of love.

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I Know My Rights

Know your rights

I kept tossing and turning.
I was struggling to sleep.
I kept on checking the time.
Am I having insomnia?
I am sleepy but I cant close my eyes.
Why is he not coming back?

"He may be stuck in traffic or something bad happened to him."
I kept on looking at the door hoping to see him coming through.
I fell asleep worried sick about him.
He came back the following day looking happy and healthy.

I asked him where he was.
He slapped me and said
"You don't ask the whereabouts of your husband, you are a wife for goodness sake act like one." Not even one tear escaped my eyes,
I was used to all of this.
No don't look at me like that,

I love my husband I cant just pack and leave.
I know my rights.
But I also know he is right.
I am his wife not his mother.
Asking him questions is not my duty but he's mother's.

As much as I loved him,
I stood up for my rights.
I packed and left.
Aha! I can hear you say "Good move"
I left and never looked back.
See? He is now running after me like a shadow.
I know my rights.