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 May 2017 Bekezela
African Barbie
Why does the pain shock you?
You asked for this heartbreak

You begged for it with your eyes
with your hands
with your life
You opened the door when it knocked
You let it in
You lent it your ear when it spoke
You hugged its insecurities away
You healed it scars
You made it feel wanted
You made it stronger

You knew it was going to break you

So why does the pain shock you?
You asked for this heartbreak
 May 2017 Bekezela
Lara Charlotte
I may not be pretty
Brave, skinny or witty
My teeth will never be straight

My hair, yes, it's curly
And my style's... not that girly
Plus I'm sorry I often run late

I may not be neat
But I sure love to eat
And I often think that I know best

My nails are chewed
And my humour's quite rude
Plus I know my cooking's a mess

I may not be refined
But I'm loving, and kind
Who cares if I have lots of flaws

I'm perfect for you
You're perfect for me too
And no matter what, I'm yours
 May 2017 Bekezela
Shanath
I was too long in the dark
Craving the sky to run my lips over.
I never owned a sun
So I set myself on fire.
(And now I burn in desire)
 May 2017 Bekezela
nivek
"come" she said, "lets dance"

and I went, and danced.

little did we know
we would fall in love.

and in the dance
we became one.
They never did,
Get it right.
The wiring inside my head.
Some switches flip far to quickly,
Some it seems,
Not at all.
I've come to accept it though.
I can't exactly get in there,
And I've never been much,
Of an electrician.
But hey!
That wiring is me.
 May 2017 Bekezela
Yozhik
they told me "reach new heights and you'll feel tall"
I climbed the clouds and all I felt was small

they told me "do what's right and you'll feel strong"
I did what I thought right but was I wrong?

they told me to find happiness in friends.
I looked, found shallow laughter, bitter ends

they told me just to find myself within.
I opened up; found only empty skin.
The rose was
not looking for the morning:
on its branch, almost immortal,
it looked for something other.

The rose was
not looking for wisdom, or for shadow:
the edge of flesh and dreaming,
it looked for something other.

The rose was
not looking for the rose, was
unmoving in the heavens:
it looked for something other.
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