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Thando May 2019
The world
is ruined by greed,
fixed by lies to
decisive our logic.
Thando Apr 2019
Let me

Let me
Be your breakfast.
Toast and butter me
I wanna be your bread.

Let me
Be your warmer when you feel cold.
Take cover and go under
I wanna be your warm blanket.

Let me
Be your breath.
Inhale and exhale nicely
I wanna be your lovely Air.

Let me
Be your lover for life
Don't look back, just look forward
I don't wanna be
your one night stand.

Before
You go to sleep
Take me to your dreams
Let me
Kiss your forehead
And become your favorite kiss
your favorite Lips
among all man
Who failed to understand
You not meant to be played.

Before
You go to sleep
Take me to your dreams
Let me
Be your love studio
I'll create love songs for you
So you may listen and dance
Woman I just wanna be your favorite song.

Let me...
Be the guy
Who won't lie,
Who will skip work
Just to see you smile
Or hear you laugh.
Capture me with your love
Torture me with your sweet charms.
I enjoy being here
This feels like home
When I'm alone.

Let me
Ride rhythms,
Rhyme poetry like I'm sinning.
Let me ignore their childish minds
They think writing poems is gayish.
But woman for you
I'm willing to look stupid.
This love matter
Won't make
sense if you don't
Understand what's poetry for.
Thando Apr 2019
I have a graphic addiction.
It was first fun
But now it has become
an over controlling obsession.
I have this spiritual oppression.
I regret setting my foot on this station,
what to do,
I'm still in love this controlling
beast, without pure intentions.
Don't be fooled
by the rhymes
And re-read my confession.
I'm trapped in this prison.
No, it's not a physical prison
but my mind's delusions.
Like a flourishing bird,
against the cloud gang
I kiss the air
with my intoxicating breath.
These voices are in norm mode
and my true self is gone.
_
Please help me if you can!
Save my soul before it burns!
Before I cross over to the dead
I don't want to be swallowed
by this land
and meet my grandfather
like THIS
No! it can't happen.
I want to brake through
I want to be like you
be-FREE
and have no exs.
puzzle
Thando Apr 2019
Being blak
Is a frequency
you just don't
know it
yet.
Thando Apr 2019
how does it feel to be blak and poor?
How do you feel?
When your society dies from cholera disease
Preached about Jesus who helped
the oppressor to keep us imprisoned?  

How do you feel when all you have seen
what you've known all your life
Is grey walls
becoming tombstones to your young Negros who died
from childish ghetto riot games
flowering the pavements
with bullets beautifying the picture
Of a Ramboo like world
Since schools chose to test their memories
Not their intelligence?

How does it feel to been an outlaw,
Where gangster signs become your identities
And prison bars a better death
to the graveyards out the designed
for the blak queen
who fights to be accepted by the races
She gave birth to?
where her reality is pain
And success is just a tale
Reached by those who sold their souls
to the devil
(blaks accusations to successful blaks)
_
These pores bleed
Tears of hunger,
These streets indeed
Mirror hell for the melanined .
Thando Mar 2019
_
I've heard fools
talking nice,
Ruling the state
with corrupted minds.
I've seen juveniles
roiling dice
gun pointing each other
for a tablet burning their lungs.
I've also meet slaying queens
who'd romance to likes,
and trend
with their blak butts exposed
to their dad's and mom's.
I even wrote poems
disputing blunts,
mocked the so-called awaken
between my lines,
But what else
It's life
we must fix.
Thando Mar 2019
I've been seeing
children breast feeding
their penurious newly borns
While poverty-stricken,
in the pit of their homes.
Others pursue death as their only hope.
It is hell i tell you,
These streets with charcoal
And gun smoke
drove my brothers and sisters
Into a deep dark hole,
where the cry of the lost
was never  heard,
both had no drivers license,
So they smashed on thick walls
during their way back
home.
so we held sermons
and praised, we even worshiped
with faith songs
To harmonies their souls.
_
****, and ****
only paved the way
to the crucial storms,
we woke up yesterday it eroded
the soul out of her,
I tried to perform CPR
on her senseless brain,
but she was too deep to rescue,
This long road leads to lucifer's door
But their smoked minds
knocked maybe twice, or even more.
they couldn't heed from
the morns
Of the demons behind those dark ghetto edges
holding marijuana and silver guns on the other hand,
they hallowed for a hand, but too bad
we were too scared
they were already dead.
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