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 Feb 2018 S C Netha
Tuffy Mutombo
She burned with passion as I sacrificed my heart for her to use as a canvas
She drew art only my soul appreciated
It thirsted for her existence
Holding on to hope
While giving my all she loved with grace
The universe was never enough space
For her beauty, was far beyond royalty
Love and loyalty was what kept me addicted
To her presence
At age 7, I was guilty
when I accepted an invitation
to go into the apartment of a neighbor
He smelled of beer as he groped me.

At age 10, I was guilty
when I walked home too late
because I missed the train
He popped out of the bushes
exposing himself.

At age 12, I was guilty
when my uncle forced
tongue into my mouth
because I could not
get away.

At age 14, I was guilty
when my uncle forced
me to sit on his lap
while in my bathing suit
and I ran away from home.

At age 16, I was guilty
when my uncle convinced
everyone that I was a liar
and I quit school.

At age 18, I was guilty
when I gave birth to
my first child,
because I was ignorant.

At age 20, I was guilty
when I saw the cardiologist
in the reflection of a lamp
*******  and the
police laughed at my report.

At age 30, I was guilty
when my employer
trapped me in the elevator
to ***** me, because I
was his subserviant.

At age 36, I was guilty
when I earned jujitsu honors
but risked going to jail
for defending myself.

At age 70, I was guilty
when a neighbor brought
me fruit and grabbed my
breast, because I was alone.

At age 72, I am guilty
of being a ferule woman
for 50 years and for
NOT be silent!
How many times must a woman be guilty for her existence?
 Dec 2017 S C Netha
Tuffy Mutombo
She picked wars with words
He fired back with silence
Both injured from the battle
They crawled back into a bed full of ice
Hearts cut in slices
Emotions blown to pieces
Bodies cold and numb

Minds so restless
Loving became pointless
As they worshiped silence
Obeying it as it created more space
I’m all out of poems
I’m all out of rhymes
I’m boring, I’m tired,
I’m lacking in time.

Sincerely,

My lack of motivation
Happy Finals Week students!
 Dec 2017 S C Netha
Lior Gavra
Am I just a wheel?
Consuming meals?
A speck in blue sea?
Bound by what I see?
Life amongst trees?
Breathing means free?

Am I my beliefs?
The truth I seek?
Flag of a country?
Defined by currency?
A liability?
Part of society?

Am I what you see?
The way you judge me?
The values you pick?
First impressions stick?
Norm defined by you?
Do I dare to be rude?

No...

I am who I choose.
I fill my own shoes.
I win when I lose.
I create my own views.
I see black beyond blue.
I pick me over you.

Who are we?
I am me.
Who are we?
Depends on you.
 Dec 2017 S C Netha
Tuffy Mutombo
When it comes to love...
One day we are running away from it
The next day we are running to it

Sometimes it kills us
Other times it heals us

But no matter where we go
love will always find us
 Dec 2017 S C Netha
larissa
Mascara
 Dec 2017 S C Netha
larissa
maybe if you loved me
i could finally rest my head
on a white pillow
"i adore you"
"oh"
 Sep 2017 S C Netha
Tuffy Mutombo
Sad birds still sing
Sad lovers force smiles through pain
Those who are drowning still try to swim

Conditions, don't give us defenitions
We define conditions with our reactions

You can't control everything, but your reactions will always determine everything
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