Went to my magwinya lady today,
she's contained at the canteens on north campus,
As she rose up her left eye was bluish ****** grey,
A lump in my throat formed not as big as the one on her face,
my eyes secreted their salty solution,
my mind quickly processed confusion,
"M-m-m-m-may i-i-i p-p-lease have five magwinyas"
She smirked at my muttered utterance as she began to fill the thin transparent plastic with the oily flour-filled *****,
I reluctantly asked "What happened to your eye?"
She responded in Xhosa reasonably assuming my common cocoa coating meant our tongues matched until I told her otherwise.
Eventually she simply said, "Fight".
I said, "you got in to a fight?"
She said "Mmm".

I went over to my banana lady and said the magwinya lady has a black eye and she casually claimed, "Her boyfriend beat her yesterday."
Confirming what my teary eyes and lumpy throat knew to be true when I saw my sweet magwinya lady with a swollen eye ****** grey and blue.

Frustrated at the nothing I could do.
Powerlessly pirched on a brown bench as the black sparrows chirped pleading for a piece of my last magwinya,
Should I tell her to escape?
Is that even my place?
How many black eyes are blotched on this bruised land i, a fearful foreigner, trace?
I'll bury my brain in my book,
somewhat cowardly crook,
I'll see what i saw but take no second look,
like a camel's head in the sand,
I'll timidly tell myself these things are just too hard to understand.

Could he make his partition in peace?
Could he learn to find rest in release?
Like Hezekiah after a word from Isaiah he sets his affairs in order,
before he crosses back to his border,
He lets the rift be filled with a gift,
rather than driving away with an empty drift.

Letting go is like death,
A funeral one has to attend,
but after the mourning comes a joy,
a promise of new beginnings,
He chose not to cremate what he hoped to stay alive but he buried it gently with some petals to soften the scars rather than to let bitterness and disappointment prolong his pain.
Freedom will find him one day,
He counts it all as loss again.

Like the tumble trembling from a heap of crates,
As the ocean flows up and down in waves,
Sadness seems to be my solid state,
It's been a hard drive trying to get to a different place,
If I don't move I'll be diseased,
I'm sick of walling in misery,
Peace, love, joy, they're calling me,
Melt this stony flesh before I freeze,
Unlock these chains for you have the keys or did you already give them to me?

When the throne is not your own,
You can fight tooth and nail,
though it will be to no avail,
fate is a friend as he lets a story end,
***** it up like a man,
cause he won't pull that sword from the boulder,
it cut deep when the prince realised he was nothing more than a placeholder,
with no afforded courtesy,
all is fair in the fight,
now he must lick his wounds,
The king has returned,
the lesson has been learned,
the feeling is bittersweet,
for now he concedes defeat.

Beyond the surface,
her ocean eyes gazed past my disguise,
she saw the ogre in me,
the monster, the beast,
she didn't run away,
she held my hand,
walked with me,
talked with me,
it was too late,
i fell in love that day.

Perhaps it was a trauma bond,
or an unhealthy attachment,
but as time elapsed i realised that she took me in to her world,
i saw life from her perspective,
how simple and glorious it was,
she cleared my complexity,
took a weight of my mind.

A lighthouse on a stormy sea,
she became a refuge for me.

He said he resonates with the joker,
after watching the film,
i was left with a tension,
i understood the pain of exclusion,
the loneliness of not being understood,
we all must be acquainted with darkness,
through we must remember that for every dark night is a brighter day,
we're gonna be okay.