injustice has become the affirmation.
hesitation, passed down to each generation.
oblivious to how this is a cause of our own transgression; through temptation.
misleading us to our own damnation.

We gaurd our hearts in daylight;
hiding from the shadows of our shattered pain

Forgetting how, when darkness falls upon us, we let our gaurd down to fatal love expections.

I met you today for the first time.

Again.

Noticed you when I locked eyes with a stranger.

I told myseld to refrain.

But if you promise not to hurt me this time,

I might give this one a try.

I hope to hear from you soon.

Kind regards

Nosipho

I wrote a letter to you
and you took your time responding.
but when you finally did
you sent a blank page..

one with no intentions to be written on.

Don't bother replying again.

Kind regards

A girl let down by love

I missed you once.
Those days I thought life was different without you.

But when I stopped missing you,
I realised everything was the same.

Like the Nile river that flows through the dry sands of Egypt,
I will soothe your war within.

Like an angel sent on earth,
I will trade your broken wings for mine.

Like a Bouguereau canvas,
I will show you what love is.

Like endless notes played by the mysterious composer,
I will whisper sweet melodies to you.

Like a dog waiting for it's owner,
I will be loyal to you.

Like an IT specialist removing a password that's had 8 failed attempts,
I will decode you.

Like a painting in an art gallery to the aspiring artist,
I will arouse your *              
                                     *
                                   *
                                         *  imagination

Like the humid air awaiting the rain's arrival,
I will wait for you

..for I have not yet met you.

She comes around after day
for her scheduled visit.
Takes me to a place where
stars are served on oceanic platters.

She draws me closer to her at night
and pretends she didn't see any
other body while she was away,
somewhere in the milky way.

She circles around me
taking a deep look into my soul,

because she knows my soul will always be with her when this love affair with me, her and earth ends.

It's
the love I know that used to be there...

it's the
fading passion that's leaving me bare.


It's the recent use of punctuation in my poetry;

filling the gaps I cannot express.

How do I erase this stain you left on my skin?

I'd like to take back the no's you didn't hear,

keep them in case I need them again.

My cries have fallen onto deaf ears,

my hurt onto emotionless hearts.

How do I look at myself the same way?

How do I answer the next girl who asks

if she is next

time doesn't heal
it covers up the wounds
long enough
for you to forget
the pain you've buried
where a flower has now bloomed. ❁

My hatred boils with every attempt to hurt

My fear fills the atmosphere at every attempt to hide my desires

But still,

My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me

My love spreads at every attempt to empty my darkness

My dreams reveal themselves at every attempt to bring hope

My words escape my mind with every intent to be heard.

My heart heals itself, with every chance to live.

If being in love makes the world make sense,

could sanity and love be the same thing?

vivid after sunset,
my thoughts manifest
from energies that surround me.

tangled after sunset,
as I process my technicolours
into somthing society will accept.

but sometimes
there are no words for my thoughts..

I don't believe what you say
because I see what you do.

"To serve and to protect"
but here lies the body of another black man.

when you get to know me,
you enter a galaxy
with endless

affectionate interludes,
ecstasy & dreams,
desires.

but beware of the black holes
that hold my demons.
don't be scared when they
when they welcome you with
anxiety and aggression.

because they're not real

She said change was good;

contrary to her life decisions-

every day

life continued the same way.

But she didn't know how things would change

After the day she decided
to stop changing herself.

After the day she decided
to stop tormenting herself.

After the day

she started to grow herself.

Believing herself.

Trusting herself; her emotions.

Loving what was, and is, and is to come.

And   from   that   day,

nothing was ever the same.

I looked into your eyes and never looked away.

Days without you were always the same,
a day was just
another day.

My mind without you became just another place-
an empty space
filled
with mornings that were just okay and would build
into nights that would never end in a haste.

I would recite our moments together.
Moments that became distant memories altogether.

Consoled
because if this was God-willed then at least you and I could be
forever.

Take me,

Take me away.
Take me far away.
To a place
where love is the objective,
where making love is a respected  perspective.

Take me,

Take me far away.
To a place
where I cannot reach myself,
where rivers of hope in love meet at the margin of miracles.

Where everything works out.
Where all the seasons show up.

Then take me,
Take me to a garden;
Where a planted tree remains the only success I need,
Where soul is the only materialistic desire of greed.

Where we'll eat the forbidden fruits
And drink the sacred waters.
        
To a place where you can take me.

Black woman will go through racism, absent father, abuse by spouse and still shine.

She will protect with fierce love she has but only experienced from her own struggling mother.

She will teach love and forgiveness as if being victim to hate were foreign to her.

She will sweat

and cry

and bleed

then cover her wounds and continue being the pillar of this earth.

She is beautiful, despite being told she isn't.

She is God's creation.

She is you.

You are she.

And black woman,

You   are   powerful.

I looked at society in the eye
and asked her
why she's so flawed.

she glared at me before saying that

I cannot antagonize her
when all she did was
give identity to a lost world

/ˈspɪrɪtʊs muːndɪ/

The general spirit of the world; forgetting the factions human kind has constrained itself into.

even when the heat's got me undressed,
my soul refuses to take off it's layers.

I remember sitting alone in a park.
My shoulders arced, I felt no peace.

The air was humid,
Clouds were gray.
I thought
at least the rain would put me at ease.

I whispered a short prayer-
the kind that was rushed and abrupt.

Then I asked God what mankind is that He was so mindful of us.

Sacrosanct- something that is considered to be too important to change or question.

Then the leaves belonging to the trees surrounding me all bumped one another
Whispering back in a christened voice

and suddenly

humanity became sacrosanct.

He heard me.

take me home.

I was a sunflower;

in all my colorful glory
a happy sight to behold
—more to my nature than could be imagined.

But you preferred roses;

Soft.
With petals that called your fingers
to linger as they please.

Because in these melanin soils
the only thing that captures me
is the prospect of  bearing a fruitful narrative.

I loved you
like I was never hurt before

You left me
like you'd never hoped for more

I was afraid to pick up the pen.

Afraid that my technicolours
would become a bruise in their eyes.

I thought what what intrinsic to me
would seem sadistic to them.

I was afraid
they would be oblivious to the glitches I showed them in society

I was afraid they wouldn't care..

I was wrong.