Ah, Yes We Are Commemorating, Our Fellow Fallen Students
We Are Remembering Those Who Fought
For Better Education, Those Who Fought
For Our Identities.
We Are Mourning.
South Africa We're Crying
For Those Students.

When The Language Afrikaans Along With English
Was Made Compulsory As a Medium Instruction In Black schools
in 1974.
16 June 1976, Our hero's Marched Peacefully
Demonstrating Government's Unfairness.

I Always Read My Book, I Come Towards Names,
Young People Who Were Brutally Killed For Fighting
For What They Wanted:
Their Identity
Fair Education
People Like Hector
Hector Pieterson.
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We're Memorizing
All Our Fallen Fellow Students
Our True Hero's.
16 June Is, Not To Strip Naked And Get Drunk
Smoke ****, And Burn Your Lugs
16 June To Remember
Those Students Who Died For Better Education.

Listen To Her Tune,
Hear Her Voice.
Yeah! That's What I've Thought, You Have No Clue
How Precious Was Your Choice.
To Take Her As Your Own,
Men Who Abuse Women Are More Dumb.

"Behind Quiet Walls
A woman
Is Crying"
"Behind Quiet Walls
A Man
Is Abusing, ******
Violating The Right To Harmony"

Women Are Like Diamond
True One's Are Hard To Find.
She's Like A Flower
Water Her With Love.
Flowers Are Meant To Be Spoiled
Spoil Her With Jewels;
Your Time,
Jokes
Romantic Dinners.
Just Show Her She's Special.

And Trust Me She'll Be A Blissful
Wife
To You.

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY
MAY YOUR WISHES BE GRANTED
AND LET THE LORD LISTEN TO WHAT EVER YOU SAY.

Take It Slow,
Let It Go,
What Ever They Said Let It Flow,
Away Like It Never Even Showed,
Or Act Like They Never Owed
That Moment
When They Tried To Tear You Apart,
Tried Pull Side-by-side
Till You Were Selfless.

People Will Always Talk,
Specially When Failed To walk
The Road You Chose,
Let Your Thoughts, conscious Close
It's Doors.
When They Intend To Drag It Down To The Floors
Keep On Trying
Continue Walking
The Road To Success.

Remember, If You Listen, What Changes Will Encounter,
Will They Move You Backwards Or Forwarder.
So Listen To Your Inner Being
Cause He/She Knows Your Dream.
Let Alone Your Limits
People Always Set Limits
Based On They are Experiences.
Remember We All Have Our Own Differences
Not Matter The Situation
Stand Your Ground, Don't Move Away From Your Position.
For What Ever People Say,
Don't Allow They're Words Go On Replay
On Your Mind
Throw Them On The Bin And Burn Them
Say To Your Mind "They so Much Lied"
For You'RE not Them
And You'll Never Be

When days are dark, friends are few.
I was broken, till I met you.
They say roses are red, violets are blue,
I don't know if that's false or true,
all I know is that you are beautiful.

I Am Waiting For My Death With These Two Bear Hands,
My Head Against Their Heads, Stupidly I fell On These Lands:-
Hell's Way. Demons In side My Brains;
A Mind Of Killer, Thoughts Of Devil Stains
Covered In smile But DEEP And So dark as HELL's Gate.
I Pray For Brighter Fate
But My Deeds Trapped Me In Satan's Plate
My Sins Can Fill The Jar Over Fill A Crate.
_
Now I Know Who I am,
Where I'm Heading.
I'll Drown In The Fire DAM
Hell's My Landing.
Sometimes I Pray, To Overcome My Ways Escape His Trap
But He Knows Me, He Knows Me Very Well.
My Heart Is Wet,
In Sin. Satan Dwell'
Beneath Me, He Lives Right Inside Me.

I Have A Mind Of a Sinner,
Thoughts Not Different From A killer.
I Hate My Ending,
But Love How Sinning
Taste.

This Is My Confession,
"I Am A Sinner"
This Is My Obsession
"Heaven's Creator".

I Know My Path, And I Know My Home.
I Belong With Sinners, As I'm One Too.
Sometimes I Wish I Was Never Born,
Or Even  Ever Existed.
I Curse The Day I Was Designed-
Curse My Birth.
I Imagine When We Enter Hell's Gate,
Long Behind My Fellow Sinners
"WELCOME TO HELL"
A Comforting Phase.

It's Rare For Someone To Know His Death,
Or One's Birth
Before Thy're Conceived;
Eggs And ***** Fused.
I Know Mine
I Can Feel It's Presence.

Lucifer Has A Home In Me,
I wish I Had Comforting One In His.

Yeah It's Not Like, I've Accepted My FATE
I Daily Pray For Heavens Gate.

"Mind Of A Sinner"
Lines Of Deceiver
"Soul Of The Fallen"
That Rejected Token.
Darling Engage With Non OF My Action
But Only Words I Preach.
I mean Every Word On This Poetry

Days I Ago I met My spirit,
God! It Was Crying
Deep Trapped Around Those
With The Same Mind As I.

Yesterday I Kissed A Beautiful Princess
Yesterday I Stripped Naked Heaven's Newly Accepted
Cause I Have A Mind Of A Sinner
A Godly Yearning Killer
That's Who I am.

Sometimes I Think I'm A Demon Myself
A Fallen Angel In Soul And In Flash.
Tribute To All Who Love Me
Specially The One Reading My Poem
-Don't Feel Sorry For Me
I Did This To Me, Sinning
Is What I chose.

We Sin By Thinking,
Sin By Walking, Eating
We Sin By Staring
Sin By Chatting, Touching
We Sin In Many Ways
But My Sins Are Beyond Common Sinnings.

My Real Name Is Vusumzi Kati
Born In Khayelitsha 18 December 199*.
Grown Under The Wing Of Poverty
With Bro And Cousin.
You Know I've Never Truly Laughed
Till I Wrote This Poem.
I'm Very Talented
With A Mind So Broad
A Gift Of Making People Laugh
And I am An Artist:
Poet
Musician
Drawing Artist.
But Most Of All I am A sinner.
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Maybe You Think I'm Joking
Check My Thoughts If You Can.
Maybe You Think I'm Poking
Your Emotions. Take A Deep Scan
At My Soul And See
I'm No Saint
I'm More Of A Sinner.

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.

Poetry Click-Click
Tears Knock-Knock
Consciousness Ticks-ticks

This Poetry Just Got Me Lost-Lost
And Felt Sick Like The Most-Most

When I Unpack, Her **** Scene
Stir It With Sad Theme,
And Play It Slow Like Emotional Film
They Also Cry In Pain:
Her Fam(Family).
I Touched More Wounds Than I Thought.
As She Feels The Shame
I Wax Her Heart With Sweets Of The Soul
Closing Every Hole
On Her Heart
With Poetical Punchlines
Poet's Undying Lies.

That Moment When I Heal
The Rejected, Almost Aborted Soul.
I Lose My Self Trying To Find The Cure
For His Dark Bleeding Pole
On His Heart, That Is Stretched By Cold Nights'
And Rain Drops, Displayed By City Lights.
I Put Together, Words And Let Him Forget He's An Orphan,
A Deserted Token.

I Always Touch-Touch
Her Wound, From Last Night's Punch
Banging On The Walls
Till Her Beauty Falls.
She Married A Monster,
Though I Plaster
That With Motivations
And Uncomplicated Solutions.

Down-Down
I Go,
After Realizing My Poetry Flopped
Cause They're Souls Not Yet Touched.

Like, That Stripper
Who Found Her Self Deeper
In All Men's Pants.
I Told Her, crazy Facts
But In Malema's Ascent.
At The End I'm Unheard.

Chained In Dark Cells,
With Terrifying Beasts
Unseen, Living spirits
Whom Hurt You Dearly.
They Trapped Me,
And Told Me To Let Go
To Live You Alone,
For You To Remain Hurt On Your psyche.

No-No
I Won't.
I'll Write Till You're Free
For Poetry Free's.
I Always Cook The Soul And Mind Freeing Poetry.

God is my witness.
I think that-
She's watching over me
As I recite,
Breaking my vocals,
Telling you
Ain't no salvation
Without truth.
As they stood the
Telling you
Traditions are for fools,
And that's true
Cause To them it was new
they were less clued,
hence they were so puffed up
Trying to rip us
Apart from our own origin
You young foes never knew.

These Ungrateful Negros
Wiped away their own,
Just to fit in-
To this thin
White sketched
World
Bombarded with hatred
And a bias society
Only serve the minority
the white community
Not us the inky
Freaks.

Let me finish my craft
As I'm mission ed
To describe his love
Over us
Human kind.
He's the,
Hence I'm always sad
But in the end
I smile like a lunatic
Bliss fed sunnymoon
You find it cute
Over a tooth-smile
But so terribly pieced in side.
Fool me,
Fool you
I play cards too
like a Chief,
I think
Before I do
But as a human being
Sometimes I slip
Off a cliff,
But he grabs my wrist
And smile.
She's my witness
To my unseen weakness,
The sickness
I catch from over doing things-
Like over questioning
His presences.

Because she is the
But I'm unable to prove it
Though he is.
And please
Give him a chance
To love you
Like a mother.

As he loves me.
Cause she does love me.



#TheCreatorHasNoGender

Dark, in complexion;
man on a mission.
A suspect in his own mansion
When will Africa
Be a free nation?
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"Till he seeks his origin"

Kinda Look back when I was Kid,
When I was Free.
I miss being A kid
So Happy, so free.
-
Living Not To impress Anything,
FRIENDS OR ReLaTIVES
Just A bird flying High with it's wings
Spread wide, nothing
to worry about cause It's Free.
-
Not Young, nor Old
At nearly 20's
But Life Is Angry
with Me, i feel like saying
"Why me, i wanna be free!?".
-
My four-year
Bro, walks Naked In the homes,
With No Fear
To laugh'd at Or any
"I wish to Be Like That {free}".
-
Teenage Life Is NOT a Game,
Full OF smoke, full of flames
You get burnt every day-
but i want to be free anyway.
-
I wish to be a kid
again,
I want to young
again.
-
So precious And So Kind,
Not Into truth Or Being lied
at.
Just LIVING the best Out of Everyday
In Anyway,
That won't hurt back.
-
Catch few scars, but heal
Fast,
NoT wounds that are scary to see.
-
Being a kid Is a blessing,
Old a cursing
stage in life.
I wish to Escape
But I can't it's how it should Be.
-
Older we Become, the more we learn
To earn
Our selves some knowledge.
"Teenage life Is a lesson
We wish to escape"
-Thando

treas-
"Play boys and
Play girls
Play love games
Like play station;
One credit
One heart break
One razor blade".

Imitating the kings
In the utmost of my writings
I add treas-
But still
I find the absolute me.
In this note, I'm being mimic
Thinking I got the treas groove
Did I?
My daily repast  before I publicizes
My poetree
Is Treas poetry.

I'm not the greatest poet
of all time;
I am lesser
And weaker
than your own kind-
But For some
Reason
I have this aching bug
Ring senses into me;
"Write like treas brah"
"Act him"
"Be him"
And I appear to
Like it.

Anyway what's the hold-
Once I was told
By Treas
Writing is sending nudes
But holy blues
to the crowd
And let them reminisce,
Let them judge you
For who you are.
And I'm doing
It.
So judge me if you want.

One time treas
wrote this script note
I unfailingly quote from
Before
Revealing to a person,
Love is a joke;
To the victim it hurts
But it's funny
To the accused.
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"What is love?"
-treas
Yeah! what is love anyway?
I've been trying to define it
King but I've failed-
Writing it down on my poetry
To get a soul that will correct me;
I've Googling-
Praying
About it
Just to understand it's meaning
But it's pathetic
We already Know it's meaning-
We are looking for someone
To define it
Better.
Someone who will give you the answer you require
The remedy you already know.

I tried to Write like treas-
But i failed.
These kings are beyond human imagination
I won't stifle myself
And let my ink suffer
the treasured
Hand
Is tremendous to copy.
So I'll stop here
Saying
**** star
You really are
A poetic soul
Unlike me
I write monologues
In poetic form.

Write like treas.