I was hurt, pain was all I could feel
Until I became a man, she changed me - showed me what true love was
Her smile kept pushing me, I became so attached, and that's when I became a man, when she loved me wholeheartedly.

Is there something wrong with being black? Different
                 skin color tone war,
is that what our heroes fought for?
Why is it necessary for white men to form similes about our color? Is this freedom or what?
            I feel like being black is a sin.
What's really funny is racism is found in the black community only because it has turned on itself “I'm light skinned I'm better than” “dark skinned is ugly”
is this what we call love? Ubuntu? if so then I want none it.
It's amlaot disgusting how we can't show love to each other but expect love from another kind.

by: ofentse_tsie & dvniel

Her voice held something, something so heavy for my ears
Her voice had that sound, the type of sound that makes you stutter in any way you could envision it

My heart was crippled, I was filled with bitterness
Resentment was tainted all over my tongue
My conscious was in the dark - in a tunnel where I couldn't hear it

But as she continued speaking - her voice had magic, it evoked the soldier in me
I fought for, because she kept me alive in a form of poetry

You see there's this chill I get when I picture her in the sight of my bed sleeping, her legs a mess, her hair flourish all over the many pillows I'll have set for her, her hands open with her fingers waiting for mine to collide with. she's perfect from the way her mouth moves to the way she utters the simplest of words,I can honestly say she is peace.  
                 My peace.
She groomed me and helped me become the man she one day look up to. I was broken down and she kneeled and put me back to get only now I am of her design which makes me better.

What a love she has, what a love she created. What a love, what a love she is.

By: @ofentsetsie & @_dvniel

I like to pretend
I no longer have a heart
but sometimes
I pull it out of the bottom drawer
and speak to it
just so it knows
that I know
its still there
and apologize
for all I have poured over it
to bury its existence
and all the times
I gave it to the undeserving
I make promises
that it will be freed again
someday
then safely tuck it away
and sneak back out of her house.

Let's make art. I wanna draw you like pablo with no picasa though. You give me butterflies when I think of your smile
                  Let me carve you being with my soul. all the beautiful flaws that are there will stand out
               You'll become a 10; flawless in a way my eyes will never wander
and lust will fade
                           I'll trip for you in all the areas of my life and find my place at home in your eyes.
                 Your heart will become my place of safety
I want you all to myself.
                For myself. My happiness will be found in every word said by your voice, the humor in your laugh.
         I wanna get lost into the beauty of your smile - let you make me happy with a blink of an eye

by: ofentse_tsie & dvniel

this rope has more meaning than this world full of petty people. let me take away my life, I wanna be away from the drama of this life

Cigarettes* ignited
       sips of champagne.
Naked; smoking,
       playing ebony & ivory,
       piano stories
Singing souls of ghosts
        & secrets.
Broken rainbows form & flee,
        light catching green
Hazel eyes, tear drops,
       of love; forming
       drowning oceans.
Planting forests; replacing
        papier- mâché covering
        a blackened heart,
Of a lonely girlfriend
        wrapping herself in a
        lovers left
        winter jumper.
Full exposure; a camera lens
        focused in on clouds
        dissipating.
Window panes,
         pouring mirrored drops
         of translucent balloons.
Wishing dreams
          of,
Letting
          go.
Lift her,
           to that place named,
           silence.

© Sia Jane