I wrote you a note, during the time I had to vote
Sent out articles in the newspapers
Broadcasted on the ZBC, SABC and BBC
Pointless
I remain.
0 to the people and one more point to you world.
So I sent you letters via postman pac, after devouring a big mac
You completely ignored that poetic pac, Never even got my juice back
And that
Makes me
A LOT
Bit angry.

Frustration divided by a nation is the equation, You have turned me into Lady Lunatic.

Let’s get something straight,
I ain’t done with you yet.
Not when my momma still being cheated on,
Fake Gods still being relied on,
Women still being beaten on
And now I’m still alienated in the land I’m living on.
NO!
Difference still matters in races, when will we get over these phases?
I mean a pastor spraying DOOM in our faces
For the dollar that he chases. Ironic ain’t it?
When they supposed to save us from it.
Where is the victory that you promised, times of Moses
When our footprints escaped Egypt?
Now don’t get me wrong.
I’m not indirectly attacking
The one who gave me the gift of writing
Nah, He’s been good to me.
Dragging me out of the mess you put me in.

Once upon a time you were the Garden of Eden
But this heat in the city of gold
Tells me we  are approaching the doom of *****
With executions of ASSAD and SADAM
And Eves tricking Adams
Please don’t tell me,
That once again we were sold a dream
When they said everything will be okay
.....
since you never replied world, this is the last one.

He has your heart locked in a cage.
He painted the bars with acid so that prison seems preferable.
A caged bird sings they say, but not you dear.
They have judged your off key voice one too many times it hurts.
You feel like ripping it out of your chest
The idiot who denies you freedom
But it's not your heart's fault.
He is your nostalgic love.
His love and attention beats anything money or freedom can buy.
Happily kidnapped as you wipe your tear with a dry smile.
While another waterfall drips out the other eye.

My body is a beach house
And by the study room
with the view of the sea,
There is a coffee table.
All mornings have been made here.
It's a tiny piece of furniture that makes a huge part of life.
The match to the candle, and lighter to the veld fire.
There are doodles engraved on it.
They look like they could mean something,
Like how we are told not to recognize color but they turn around and tell us to tick in boxes.
Like how I'm a holy heathen who listens to the likes of Hopsin and Tech N9ne,
Like how I believe slavery is still alive but simply rephrased and concealed.
But then again, they are just doodles, who cares what they mean.
They smell the like the sunrise and bacon
Like broken hearts and virginities .
Like a shower washing off the previous night.
Like the disappointment my parents will feel when they find out who I really am.
A little girl angry at religion,
Angry at them for forcing it on me,
A little girl, angry at life.
Despite the meaninglessness of this old  scared coffee table, the devil and the angel in me sit in loving peace sipping this deadly caffeine.

You paid
To be detained. Here.
Now you are paying more for tutors to help you pass imprisonment with flying colors.
I'm so sorry.
Nobody told you that the sun is orange,
And that you will reach for this star with shackles on your hands bleeding dollars to the ground.

Momma said keep your love in a jar
Or at least have a cure for the infectious disease to come

But I never listened.
I let it out. . . . All at once
Wasted all my spears on your undeserving being.
Now I'm sweeping
Pieces of my dignity off of the ground,
Coz I was never one to accept things as they should
I Thought rebellion was ****
But stupid is next to "I LOVE YOU",
And as smart as I'm known to be,
I chose you idiot!
over and over and over again....
But I'm healing
Slowly healing from the disease that is you.