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Mbali Dlamini Mar 2018
Have I been told... girrrllll hide ur man!?
Have I been told ... girllll..!umunti uthathwa Komunye....
Have I been told... not too late... not to soon...
Have I been told, how and not to love,?!...

I’ve been told , everything, to do, and not do..
I’ve been told, how to keep my heart chained...
I’ve been told, how to love and not to love...
I’ve even been told the ideals of love...
I’vd been told, the perspective of another human being...

I listened,experienced and followed...
Got hurt and learnt...
Till the day, my heart met you...
No one told me how to love you...
Effortlessly it became...
Two hearts mieant to be together...
many nirrated what love is...
But all I know...
#love#life#sesrchinging#betrayal#homenesty#trust#purelove#me#you#us... the
  Mar 2018 Mbali Dlamini
It took me seven years
to realise
the words in my mind
were too deep for
my mouth to dig up
I thought it was easier
to open my skin
and let the truth
pour down my arms

It took me seven years
to realise
nobody should be allowed
to touch parts
of your home
or hold pieces  
of your heart
that you don't yet understand

It took me seven years
to realise
I will wear these scars
I'll carry them
through every smile
every kiss
every concerned gaze
I'll carry them
to my grave

It took me seven years
to realise
the pain carved
into the walls
of my castle
etchings of
attempting to disappear
are not a story of weakness
but a tale of
how I survived
Mbali Dlamini Mar 2018
Created by the hands of God,
Imperfectly perfect.
Molded by alls life circumstances and rough around the edges because of cuts she endured

She can never be fully defined, for she's forever unfolding.
Tough, hard , difficult and misunderstood by many.
Tired , fed up and yet still with a lot of fight In her.

Her heart cocooned and protected,
Having been hurt, full of scares and cracked it is.
Forever challenged , from Childhood till adulthood. So the outside is hard as rock.

A daughter , sister, and mother.
Strong for the sake of many.
Harden by a cruel world, difficult it is to unwrap the true nature of her heart.

As I stood back and analyzed.
Heart so pure , it's fragile.
Broken , but yet continues to love.
She cries when one ones looking,
Gives love which it taken for granted.
Has tried to turn cold, but it's not her in nature,
The warmth in her heart, rooted to the soul

She, who has a heart of gold, full of love and strong enough to endure and let go when its had enough.
Fighter, WOMEN...
Mbali Dlamini Mar 2018
I hate that I miss you
Why my heart did I have to give?
How I miss my beautiful care free days
Heart un affected by your stupidness.
Sick of every thing u say to me
Your sweet nothings, like a scratched CD.
Feeling angry and frustrated, cause I chose to love.

Thinking that I love you, is a bitter taste to my mouth and a lump in my throat.
Silently asking my self, what the **** did I just get into.

Loving you is hard, for its taking my everything to not walk away.
For the heart is fooled and letting go, it doesn't want to do.
I HATE THAT I LOVE YOU. Cause that's why I'm missing you.
Mbali Dlamini Mar 2018
Fight for the hard times.
Believe, and live to conquer.

Take that deep breath.
Know you can do best.

Grasp it all, with hands full of hope.
Dream... Desire to be better.

As I grow, and ****** myself from drowning.
As I live, just to be hopeful.
As I wish, becouse dreams do come true.
As I hope, for a better life,
With a compelling conviction in my heart,
Of only fighters get it all.

So, fight for the hard times.
Believe and live to conquer.
Dream, desire to be better.
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