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Facebook makes me want to *****
Spew chunks of fake houses
perfect spouses
So many poses
perfect smiles and staircases
tout it.
Adorn rose-colored glasses
as you watch the egregious *****
boast champagne in their glasses
as they fool masses.
What does it matter the square footage
if you can’t teach your children how to solve problems?
Or start movements?
Or have values?
I’d rather wear hand-me-downs and have roots
than don Versace and walk in rich boots.
When the day ends, as you are lounging in your satin linens
do you ask yourself how you grew today?
How you moved today?
How you flew today?
Well I am…

So get out of my way.
 Feb 2016 Mbali Dlamini
Kim Yu
Through a broken mirror I see your recollected smile
To the depth of a vision’s reach I see your tormented soul
Lost soul waiting to come out the materialistic exile
I see you reaching out your hand but the mirror is too cold,
You are trapped, who would have thought we could switch places
Though I feel your broken heartbeats
****** tears dripping down your shattered faces
I’ll stand by you, dimensionally, if your soul fits.
Your remains lie in your illusionary window
Until the end of time your existence remain a story untold
Your soul continues with no hopes of tomorrow
Your dull destiny was long foretold
I’m looking at you through this broken mirror
All I see is loneliness and false happiness
Dimensions repel me from stepping closer
While your soul falls down the infernal abyss.

*Well well, here we are again
Gazing upon you as I revisit your brain
You haven’t changed since our last encounter
Well I had to see you again as we open this new chapter.
 Feb 2016 Mbali Dlamini
katie
Exhale
 Feb 2016 Mbali Dlamini
katie
I wonder if God
    sees our numbered
breaths, how many
     have been & how
many are left,
millions of digits
    shifting above
our heads;
the old woman
 on the park bench
        with just 500 left. 
The jogger with 100
   between now &
        tonight when he
will exhale
     for a final time.
I should scale mountains,
         stare at the sun
  make my amount
  count, every last one.
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