What if we could mend our own hearts
And closure was nothing but a *******
What if royalty was a personality trait
And we were born with our actual crowns
What if we had solid ground for our feet
And we had wings for hands
What if we could visit the ones we've lost
And grace was felt only by those left behind
What if we could cut small talk at bus stops
And our children inherited only our intentions.
What if we could build our own borders
And raise our own daughters
What if we could own our own thoughts
And dreaming was a form of time travel.
What if parties were meant for the broken
And being young was for the brave.
What if love meant honesty without ultimatums
And **** it..what if you called me back!

Ive learnt not to trust my own smile.
Ive learnt to make it my camouflage
Slippin in and out of paper thin sarcasm,
Feeling Cold in my own skin.
I laugh at my own pretences.
Its the only way to feel normal. To feel something.
Anxious.
My body is borrowed.
There is no right way of doing anything.
I beat myself up about what comebacks i should've used.
What i shouldve said.
How i should've acted..
Anxious.
Paper thin.
***** face is the new rest face.
On guard 24/7.

"Where you goin' mabhebheza!?
lemme put a ring on that *** yo!"

Streets are named after me,
After my disobedient tongue, my rough edges and ***** skin,
They call after me
They mimic my mother's voice
And lure me into an alley no-one will walk through alone.
Sometimes I am that alley.
Sometimes I am the rose and the grave.
Sometimes I am the war-zone and the home.
I guess it depends on who's listening..

My skin is a platter of fruit,
He picks at my vines like Sunday dinner leftovers,
Hes always been a generous man,
This whole house is plastered with his fingertips, his forearms, his fists
He hangs my self esteem over the lounge chandelier, locks my tongue away in his corner cabinet..well,
Its for my own good he says, and you and I both know he knows best..
So you wanna know how i got these scars?
Crimson eyes meet purple fists on most days,
Guess you can say we have a Colourful Life.

Lets pretend we are happy.
The golden sun rays are bouncing off the sidewalks
the children are playing hopscotch on those side walks,
carrying red balloons in their laughter and brightly coloured rainbows are painted across their faces.
Lets pretend the weather isn't changing.
lets pretend it isn't raining
lets pretend, the cold raindrops are not seeping into the cracks in the sidewalks and the hooded men, are just passing by..

lets pretend that seasons change
and the cold glances I get from the neighbours barred windows are only temporary

lets pretend that babies are not born everyday

lets pretend the do not have to carve themselves out into a world full of wishful thinking
and the amount of sun in their skin
determines their fortune

lets pretend we arnt the ones carving that future into them

lets pretend that bodies dont walk for miles and miles bounded in chains

lets pretend bodies were not trained to be targets for dogs

lets pretend bodies don't hang, bodies don't float bodies
don't die in vain

lets pretend its all forgotten
no stories told
no lessons learnt
just a casual poem.