Molantwa Mmele

Molantwa Mmele Dec 2015

Your smile
Is a fine art
Exhibited in my
Heart’s screen
Soothing my soul
From a distant depression
From dystopia
In your absence
I lose focus, I feel sorrow
I feel pain
Still I keep fighting
For you presence
Persistently
Because my hope tells me
To go on looking for your soul
For we belong together
In harmony
You and I
Dwelling in one happy soul
And
I vow from the core of my heart
That
Only death shall do us part
Your presence is a trap of my happiness

Molantwa Mmele Dec 2015

I like it black and strong

Nefertari
Amenities of the African lands
Indigenous black beautiful roses
Of the African soil

Dark and strong
In a black alluring archaic vogue
an amara in black woman

Sisters of samandzie
Balleting in a black dulcet rhythm
Of the African ancient song
With an
Idrissa desta
The power of Thee
Black Spiritus mundi

Brown eyes, Thick bones
Curly ***** afros
Dark is deep and strong
An authentic unique beauty of nature
Glows and Flourishing
From deep within

I like it black and strong

Nefertari is an ancient Egyptian word meaning "Most beautiful"

Idrissa is the name from Senegal meaning "Immortal"

Desta is from the Amharic language of Ethiopia and it means “joy or
happiness.”

Amara is from Nigeria and it means “elegance or grace”.

Samandzie means "Spiritual world"

'Spiritus Mundi' was a term used by (W.B. Yeats) on his poem "The second coming"to describe the collective of the World/universe spirit

Please don't take this poem offensive if you are not an African or not with Brown skin, I'm not being racist or critical to other ethnic groups... I wrote this piece for my sisters who sometimes find themselves feeling uncomfortable with their physical appearance/ natural looks, the appearance doesn't really matters, what matters is what is inside you

Molantwa Mmele Dec 2015

A mute man song

A sad emotive
Blue ballad from
The broken soul
Of a mute man poet

His heart pounds a silent beat
From deep within
As he begins
To ballet with his fingers
Vocalizing his pain
To the world of blind and deaf
In the monsoon rain
Of his tears

As he express
His feelings and fear
About his future
In this cold world
Of insentient hearts
Being blind, mute or deaf
Doesn’t mean dead

This is the pain
That was easy to swallow
But hard to digest
And now I suggest
To take this fiery feeling
Out of my chest

Because they alienate us
They dig black holes
For us to find homes
Because all we are to the society
We lost souls

To those
Who got eyes to see
And ears to listen
We are just disable clowns
Because we are half human

But to those who got
Minds to think
And hearts to feel
We all human beings

I have a mute uncle, He fret each and every day because of the way people treat him, they don't see him as a normal human being, more especially the way they exclude him in community issues, because his is disable...disability doesn't mean dead...he said with his gestures..

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