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Bongiwe Jun 2017
sam
I've never met anyone who lies as much as you,
I wonder if you notice how much you do.
The sweet words that pour from your mouth,
like music to my ears,
untrue I know but so beautiful that I dance to their slow soulful rhythm, so easily pulled in by the sensual click of
your tongue.
You're so good at that,
swiftly moving from one lie to the other,
with abundantly obvious changes in your demeanor,
but me, blinded by your gorgeous exterior
wooded by deceitful sonnets of our love,
and captured by that sparkle in your eye,
I never stood a chance.
Bongiwe Jun 2017
I want to disappear sometimes,
not because I feel my work on this earth is done
no.
Because at least then I wouldn't be present just by name,
to be overlooked ever passing day.
So much joy it would bring me to no longer be seen,
for when has my being seen ever mattered anyways?
how easy it would be to just disappear,
at least then being invisible would be the norm
and wouldn't cut as deep as it does.
how nice it would be to no longer exist.
Bongiwe Jun 2017
I have a friend,
he utters no words,
he passes no judgements.
He is my companion through the darkest of nights,
and in my most joyous delights.
He's stable,
dependable,
even as the world retreats, often abhorred by the essence of me
he keeps his place,
he is pen and paper,
he is poetry.
Inspired by a poem , I just wish I remembered its name.
Bongiwe Jun 2017
Religion has taken over my life, even in its non existence in mine.
I try my hardest to ignore it but everyday it is shoved down my throat by one person to the next.
I wish there was a pause button for the questions that flood my mind. I don't want to be ruled by an idea I can't even wrap my head around, yet because of years of indoctrination,
ongoing indoctrination,I find it almost impossible to break away from these shackles that imprison me.
I'm scared,
scared that any move I make will be the wrong one,
I just don't know what to believe!
Is it so much to ask, for religion to not exist at all in my life,
for me not to hear, read and be confronted by it every waking minute of the day?
Because I swear it is so exhausting spending all your time trying to figure out what is real and what is not.
I'm frustrated and angry,
******!
why wasn't I indoctrinated well enough from childhood!
I wish it were done so well that I too would find every excuse in the world not to question my beliefs, that it would make perfect sense in my head.
Why must I be "woke", people say it as if it's a good thing, as if it's an achievement but really it's a curse.
A confused life is emotionally taxing,
it drains me. I spend so many nights crying about it,
I hate that I have fought my whole life to be free of it,
but years later, here I am, in exactly the same spot as before.
Not really a poem, just needed a platform to vent.
Bongiwe Jun 2017
I wanna pray today,
but who do I pray to?
I'm distraught,
heartbroken,
How I wish I had that crutch today,
but i gave it away.
No one tells you how hard it is to have no faith in anything when joining the atheist lifestyle, its far harder to be a cynic than to just conform, sometimes i wonder if its even worth it.
Bongiwe Jun 2017
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I hope one day I'll reminisce about memories past and shed no tears,for I may have lost a brother but its the world I mourn for most,
for all those who never got to know you.
You brought light to our world,I swear you were my beacon of hope.
somehow, instead of absolute heartbreak, its disbelief i feel.
Almost a month later,
the funeral is over,
I should be okay by now,
but I'm crying still, because its just not fair!
Not fair that a bullet should strip you of your life,
that your son should grow up without a father in his.
I would trade my life for yours in a heartbeat if I could.
You had so much more to give,
a whole life to live,
yet I exist and you're deceased.
This poem I dedicate to my late cousin brother, you were loved.
lala ngoxolo gazi.
Bongiwe Jun 2017
You approach me in broad daylight,
a nice sweet guy you seem,
but I flinch when you say hi,I don't reply,
I'm scared of you.
You find me in the rain, clothes soaked , hair a mess,
kind and caring you seem
as you roll your window down and offer me a ride,
but I run, full speed ahead, I don't look back
I'm scared of you.
In the night time , I hate walking alone,
but with independence at stake I brave the night in terror,
with my dignity at stake I fight through the fear,
hesitant steps I take,
I'm always scared of you.
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