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Raynolds Moseamedi Poem
Scream if you must
But know it is only the two of us in this emptiness
And if my words lack trust
Understand humanity is marked by ignorance.
Am I beautiful?
Do I seem like I deserve loneliness?
Like depression would ever find comfort in such celestial beauty?
Do you question my presence in this ugliness?
For in your eyes I'm too beautiful
Like a star for it only belongs in the constellations
Along with a numerous number of other blue white painted stars
Is it not so?
And yet the same fate has befallen us.
Darling I am but a facade
For my Visage is as broken as the world
For my soul is either black nor white
And this heart has holes deeper than any abyss an empty soul can mend.
You see I have walked where only beasts trod
Where souls are damned and where gods fought
And yet in the destruction of it all
I still can't find myself
A lost soul lost to eternity and paused time
And so I found it beautiful and alluring to give in to the darkness right in front of me.
But you're just like me
The roots as well as the tree
There's no earth willing
Not a soul so forgiving
And no God in this oblivion
Yet we hope in astonishment for miracle healing...
That our cuts and bruises would seize to exist
And our desire for death would evaporate and seize to persist.
But we found each other where souls meet
It can only mean the despair
Our desire to quell our thirst done its deed.
Copyright © Raynolds Moseamedi | Year Posted 2020
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Here you are
Again,
Reading my pain
Thinking that it's the worst thing you ever read
Thinking I'm just a lost soul who doesn't know
The name of the demon they fed,
I am here once more,
Bleeding my emotions to the core
Trying so hard to make you understand my feelings
I am bleeding out, my eyes are covered
My body is going through suffocation
I am dying,
Because i want you to understand what i am saying.
Copyright © Raynolds Moseamedi | Year Posted 2019
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The house beast,
Children are afraid,
Of their mother.
Copyright © Raynolds Moseamedi | Year Posted 2018
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How can the absence of pigmentation separate people from the same mother
Life bribed the hell out of us, it took your only brother
And now hell we bring to those who deserve it not
And this fight the people who are suppose to be fighters a quiet
All we need is a riot, a silencer to mute this awful song
Pink eyes, Purple eyes, doesn't make one less African
It doesn't take the humanity that we all bare
Because the thought of you being black enough, you act as if you don't care
People dying because we think less of them, claiming that life ain`t fair
-And still we ask why God never calls back
It's not because of what we have but what we lack,
Humanity lacked by an human, and yet you stand proud
People may never change how they look at you
But you can how you look at you, and maybe you can change how they glare
Regardless of what people spit on you, no venom can penetrate your confidence
The world will never shut its mouth, be you, be proud, be arrogant
To the world that only sees you as a separate,
You just have to open up your mouth
Let your tongue roll wild to whatever direction east west north or south
And be loud and proud as you increase the sound.
Copyright © Raynolds Moseamedi | Year Posted 2018
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The night as white as the sea,
Floating boats, The sea is blue,
My eyes are covered by the moon.
Copyright © Raynolds Moseamedi | Year Posted 2018
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Devoured to nothingness
The heroism feeds upon my future,
All seizes and decomposers commence.
Copyright © Raynolds Moseamedi | Year Posted 2018
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I would sit under the pawpaw tree
And the world would come to me.
They said all you need is a dream,
A pen and a pad to make it beam.
But Mother, in these streets, I see,
A world that's swallowed up my poetry.
My books, once filled with vibrant hues,
Now gather dust, like forgotten muse.
This world doesn't care, it's plain to see,
About you, me, or my art's ecstasy.
It doesn't care about the colors I blend,
Or the emotions my words intend.
I wrote above the deterred wall
A cry and a poet’s final call
A feeling, a pen and a pad
I care about me
Unwavering and glad.
Copyright © Raynolds Moseamedi | Year Posted 2024
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Again we fell in love
Brought to justice by the color of your eyes
caught up in the moment of silence
Driven by enthusiasm I forgot how you left
Enraged and lost to a point of smoke and dust.
Copyright © Raynolds Moseamedi | Year Posted 2018
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Listen to a heart
It speaks in silence yet loud
Harmony you'll find.
Copyright © Raynolds Moseamedi | Year Posted 2018
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Mothers crying,
Infants bleeding, brothers flooded,
An act of faith.
Copyright © Raynolds Moseamedi | Year Posted 2018
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