I wouldnt deny to failer,
nor bow down to it.
I wouldnt deny to defeat,
nor fall under it.

Am only human,
just a little girl.
Have made wrong and right,
but never have i expected perfection.

Am only human,
better than today's technology,
for i know when to rest,
and i know when to say "NO"

am only human,
yes i can feel,
take every step with caution,
reflect to my past and still stay in the present.

I am only human,
i cry,
i laugh,
i hate,
i love,
i smile,
i frown

i am only human
and i have emotions just like you.

So many of us sit, think and still
wonder,
But have we ever gave ourselves the chance to ask?
Well no!
We just rejoice and find oursleves
floating on cloud nine because
"it is just another public holiday"

So many of us have cherished this day,
as a day of drinking, parting
and being in the family way.
Which "Us" am i refering to?
Well it is the youth of South Africa,
That can only sing "Freedom is coming tomorrow" very well
without knowing the significance
of that freedom
and what it took for this freedom
to come

well let me take you back to the
hands of time.
In June 16, 1976
the mongoloid youth of South Africa
marched down the streets of Soweto for this freedom we have today.

BLOOD SHADE,
SCREAMS,
EXPLOIDING SOUNDS
and the cries of faces without races
filled the streets of Soweto.

Parents feared for the lives of their children,
but who knew that adolescents
could be so brave?

They stood together in unity,
the same unity we lack today.
Fought for what was right and that came with their African roots,
which we nolonger honour today,

they fought against the usage af
Afrikaans as the main language of communication at schools.
And look where it left us today.
We have the Right to choice
and the Freedom of association.

And not forgeting that,
they left us with the courage to say "WE ARE PROUDLY SOUTH AFRICANS"

Just an odinary girl
with an extraordinary heart
i cannot keep quiet when i know
that my heart is bleeding.
I cannot keep quiet anymore
and i know it that it attracts my enemies.

I wouldnt fear to be hated
neither to lose a friend
lonely did i come
and lonely will i depart
i know they throw curses
but how far will they get through
that solid heart.

I used to have a smile
that glowed in the dark
for it overcomed the shadowed night
but now all is hallow
and i feel my heart sinking
into the shallow seas

i know they throw curses
but i am still willing to forgive
even though i would never smile
anymore
i feel sorry for you
because you dont know
how far pain cant shot through my heart anymore

Maybe i should stop reading your
  poems
because everytime i do
i always find myself commenting,
being dragged to my past,
and wishing to share my thoughts with you.
It is so hard dealing my heart
wisphering "i miss you too".
Its like a semi earthquake,
vibrating at all time,
and i know that it is
an emotional call
you keep on sticking around,
and i try blocking you off,
but somehow i still hear my heart wispher

With this modern technology
all the memories i had of us
are stuck in my phone.

Going through every picture of us
made me realise how much
we once where happy together.
Up until i came across the one
that said "Give me back my heart"

i listened to our phone call records,
the beat you sent for me,
the songs you composed for me
and those songs we always
sang together and realised
how much music brought us close
all the time
Up until i came across a song
saying "So now i take my heart back"

i went through the messages and texts we wrote to each other
they seem quite romantic
and they made me realise
how open we where with each other
Up until the day you made
1 June, 2015, 23:59
the last day we ever talked
to each other.

Now that i hear my friends asking
me so many things about you,
while still making jokes about
you and i.
It troubles,my heart because      
i know how much
there is no love any more

I have challenged myself for just this night,
but my love for poetry seems to over power me,
i feel the need to write,
even though i am toughtless,
i feel the need to write,
even when i have a lot of things to do,
i feel the need to write.
Just the way i feel the need to feed my soul with righteousness,
i feel the need to write,
everyday when i open up my mind to think,
i feel the need to write,
for i found a wonderful home of poetry (Hello Poetry).
I feel the need to write,
now more than ever,
its level has surely overshadowed my Love for Art and Music.

Its 7 in the morning,
walking up the stars to my classroom,
from a reflection of a class window,
i see a startling sight,
i am cought up between the moon and the sun,
the sky so clear,
distructed from the beautiful sight by the cold winds,
i realise how much i still need your warm touch.
So cold when am outside
and warm when am inside,
i know i need warmth in my soul,
just like the moon and the sun today,
comforted and lonely is how i feel,
i know i should take one side,
but just like the startling sight at 7am,
i have no side to take,
feeling my body becoming motionless,
without your warmth i know that i wont last this winter.

"There is Gift" everyone says,
he is just a mystrious guy to us
   that we all have never seen.
But i must i agree it is lovely to
        call out his name....

    His our "gift" but her "Gift"
a gift that remains still in her
                heart.
But i must agree to some little jealousy stuck in me,
for their love makes the world jealous,
 their calmness, leads to
  compromising.

She smiles all the time we say his name.
She forgives everytime things go wrong.
      Our "gift" her "Gift"
his name translated to Zulu "Sipho"
a friend has composed a song.
       Gift is the name,
the name of the guy that lightens up her day.
     Our "gift" her "Gift"
   she so much loves him.

Sitting in a crowded room,
everybody has something to say,
i try to tell a story but
nobody would listen.

At that moment when i try to  raise my voice,
i just realise that am blocked out.
I sit alone in a crowed room and i wonder what my purpose is.

Much of a helper thats all i am,
much of a planner thats what i am,
so much of a listener and a talker when something needs to be solved,
but less than that am blocked out,
less than that am invisible.
Thats what i am
just less than that

Today my little town is bright.
Its like there have been neon lights placed on the pathways,
but surely it is the full moon.
Like a crystal it glows so clearly.
Watching its light spread to different directions,
i find my joy spreading all over my body.
If only the moon could fo ever stay full,
and glow overhead my roof i would forever stay happy and young

I was never considered a friend,
just a classmate,
a time-pusher that was all i was.
But today,
i planted a smile.
A smile so deep and pure,
it came as a shock to her.
A surprize indeed.
But surely my own heart rejoices to know that i planted a smile.

Oh my, oh my,
what a lovely song to sing,
a day does not pass by,
and neither is the love that she has for him.

"My Destiny",
is what we call him,
with the fear of him coming close to us,
he knows we never stop singing.

Destiny is his name,
surely he makes her happy.
And from the look in her eyes you know she loves it when we sing.

Jessica is her name,
you know that she is in love from the way she smiles,
and everytime she passes by you see that sparkle in his eyes.

"My Destiny",
is the song that my friends and i have decided to sing for them everyday.

June 1 was the day that marked the end to you and I.
But now that it is June 2,
I realised that i will be all alone this winter,
And when the cold front approches on June 3,
i will try and wrap myself with my webby blanket,
sip on to the last coffee that i have,
and hope for a better tomorrow.
While still searching for my heart to keep me warm,
even though the sun's rays still penetrate onto my skills,
i know that i will still freeze to death.

Now i am happy,
but i forgot to make my wish.
A shoting star passing by,
all i needed was happiness,
and surely i have found it.
All i wanted to do was share my beautiful sight.
Calling unto my naphew,
the only person there to share with.
What a lovely sight it was,
but i just forgot to make my wish

Counting down to the days when the moon will become full,
as i look at it from where i sit,
over the dancing trees.
I feel the wind wisphering to my ears,
and the birds sing their last song before they go to sleep.

Waiting for my little town to become dark and the stars to golw.
i have to run away and go to a place unknown.
Where i will be close to nature,
and no human creature to disturb.

I will go and sit under the stars,
counting down to the day i may become happy,
and maybe i might find a shoting star to wish upon.
And my tiny wishes may become true.

Love,
Easy to say,
Difficult to explain,
And a challenge to act upon.

What then do i call this?
For at first sight i think i may be in love,
looking at you my heart feels like its shoting out.

To much excitment my body has generated static energy,
And all i need is you to make me sparkle.

A short night it has become,
Wishing to get a more greater glimps at you.
Oh my! Oh my!
Could it be love?

In the cold and silent morning i feel the need of having you,
Just a little touch to make my heart so pure.

Like little arrows the rain pours,
it leaves me with sores,
only a gentle touch could fix.

How could i ever let you in,
when you walked away with the key to my heart?
How could i ever love
when you left with my heart?
Tell me, how?

How could i ever smile
when you left me weeping?
How could i ever be happy
when you left me in doldrums.
Tell me, how?

Just like the meciless wind,
pain chases after me.
Just like the loud silence,
i cannot feel my heart beating.
just like the hallow night,
my world is lonely indeed.

Tell me, how could i ever love,
when love is just a "myth" you say?
Tell me, how could the world shine on me,
when my whole world is dark?

Oh my, oh my!
The reflection of the past flickering in my mind like the lightening strike.
Look at me smiling,
surely it has been a long time.

Oh my, oh my!
Memories of the past here to stay,
a lot of weeping thinking of those long gone,
and missing all those moment of my childhood days.

Now i think of what could be,
now i think of my future, wiping away my past every time something new happens.

Memories here to stay but not for long when life still goes on

Like shoting bullets you throw your words at me,
with that little heart i have,
you knew they will penetrate in my heart and leave me bleeding.

With that anger and pain covered with your gentle words,
i know that you are hurt.
With the smile on your face from ear to ear,
i know you broken.

"No turning" thats the story,
"No forgiveness" thats the song,
"No love" thats your stress relief,
yesterday is gone, tomorrow is here to stay,
but surely that song in you mind will once be erased.

Like shoting bullets, runs down those tears,
like shoting bullets, your words decieved me.
Fell into the traps of your words,
but like a swift bullet, i learnt to drift away quickly.

Sitting in the silence,
It was too loud to bare,
Nobody talking everyone wanting to get the right answer.
A little deep thought, a little carried away i became.

Just like the clock ticking,
There was the tap dripping,
The sound getting deep into my head,
It reminded me of the times i leaned on your chest listening to your heart bounding.

But quickly was my mind drawn back to class,
And the sound shattered like broken glass.
A climps at the tap across the room,
I saw your tears shoting out like bullets,
And i remembered how much everyone deserves a second chance.

A simple question,
But i cannot answer.
Looking at how much we get along now than before,
Surely i need an answer.

Why do I hate you when i should love you?
Why do i love you when i should hate you?
I humble myslf more as a friend,
And i rebel when i am your lover.

Why, why, why?
You are a simple question,
But i cannot answer.
Why, why, why?
Does anybody know??

One more!
Just one more will not hurt,
a little touch of the lips before you say goodbye,
a little wisper in my ear, just before you say " i love you"

one more!
A little touch of wine on my tounge, filling my glass again.
a little singing and tapping,
before you say its enough.

One more!
Just one more!
All i need is just one joke to make me laugh before i fall asleep.

It has been a while i waited.
I have discovered the little hope i have,
Why try be to better when all  you have done is reject me.
You speak in riddles and forget.

I once was the one who was your pillar,
everyday i would be that shoulder you leaned on,
but today i have become that rejected corner-stone.

Is it me or is it what you missing?
I have watched you everyday,
becoming bitter than am i afraid to talk.
You threw away that little bit of me that kept me happy and left me weary like a rejected corner-stone

Broken is my little heart,                        Dried out is the tears from my eyes,    Loneliness is what i feel right now,     Sitting alone, staring outside the window, and thinking to myself and saying, "surely you broke my heart"     i fake a smile, sing a little song,            But i know that deeply inside,              That surely you broke my heart.          You and i could never be the same again, this lost time can never be replaced. Now i pretend as if you never exist.

it has only been 17 years,                      and i am counting to the 18th one,     but my life seems like it has been there forever.                                                                                                          A journey not to be forgetten,             seeing dead bodies everywhere,         people crying, bodies and houses burning.                                      Hearing sreams, insults and guns firing everywhere,                                  all that i have done is to care more about the lifes of peple i dont know,     and forgetting about my life.              My life is one i would love to care about,                       for it lacks a room of happiness

if only i could i would open up to the world, let everybody know that i care, but my hands are short i cannot wrap myself around them. If only i could i would let the whole world know that i love them for my Jesus lives.

i am African, Yes i am black, i live under the same sun as yours, yes we are one.   Why battle with one another, the xenophobia attacks in my country should end, shops are looted, houses burnt down, children fear going to school and hundreds are left homeless.     What happended to South Africa being known as a Rainbow Nation? After 22 years of democracy why do we still fight, defensless statues are destroyed, histroy is wiped away and all that is left is faces without races, let us put our weapons down and rather love than fight.

little children are abondoned by thier parents,                                                  left to raise each other on their own,  learn to survive in the streets,            forced to live under the influence of drugs and earn a living from mugging.                                                         ­                                                    Mothers forced to labour with children on thier backs,                         they rather sleep with empty stomachs sacrifising only for their children.                                                        ­                                                    Man begging for food,they nolonger know how to give.                          They wear shreaded clothes and survive from the tiny bread crumps thrown into trash cans.                They sleep under the fierce weathers, the wind cutting through thier skin and all that keep them warm is plastic bags.                                                            ­                                 What ever happened to my country is surely brutal South Africa can never be the same again unless we change it.

the days of our childhood are gone,
where one was at ease.
we cared less about our looks, our dress codes and how our friends were,
but now the story is different.
the pure souls were buried with our childhood days.
and now what we see is a world we want to explore.