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In my weakest moments

The ant always has the greatest comments;



Take it as a stage

Or a story and hurry the page



If only I had the mouths to spill

My horror stories will the world fill



A tooth that will break, does not need a vigorous shake

It can embarrass the rotten banana by falling without a brake



People believe our parts are pre-scripted

The sooner you take it as it is, the sooner your path will be corrected



Worries, like a swam of bees, whip to their fill

Before leaving the scene where their intruders try to ****



You are the brick, you decide to burn strong

Or be weak and risk not lasting long"



Just these words make me

And the path clears for me.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
Whatever we go through, no matter how painful is transient. It shall pass with the wind if you strengthen our feet on the ground.
He sought to break

What he could not shake in its fury

He sought to beat

What he could not fight at its strongest

He slacked when time slept

In its weakest moment

He forgot to fix the cracks on his happiness,

To ruin the battle of his sorrow,

To beat the taunting teeth of hardship

He watched as champions

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
The mighty pen
Pulls me into his den
At the count of one to ten
He makes me the woman among men


He asks me to on him depend
So he can the words contend
He knows I love to myself fend
He helps me to a lovely bend
      Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2013.
Katlego Tladi Jun 2014
Dedication defined as the derivative of desperation.
Defined but not definite.
Definitely finite.
If only I could I'd find it.
Find what?
A way out of the blue.
The blue?
The blue is you.
A way out of your constant glare
Unaware you stare
I seek something to shade me
You are my shade
Yet you enslave me
The sky that raised me
The ground that grazed me
The trees that praised me
Now aim to sway me
They test me
They ask me
Who are you?
Who are you now?
Rocking all that gold from our bowel.
Why will you not bow?
I refuse.
I detest.
I refuse to stand for it.
I will lie if I have to.
I will **** a man for it.
But this me.
Dedicated.
This world is what I made it.
So sway all you want.
My success cannot be evaded.
Aren't they supposed to be people, too?
Pigment is really that important?
They are not *****!
A separate restaurant,
Drinking fountain,
Theater,
Bench,
Everything!
Because you can deal with "different" people.
They had "rights,"
But if they were considered people, the segregation would not have happened. They had no choice.
The conditions were worse.
How is that fair?
Hardly any jobs were open to them.

And I know you know exactly what I am
Talking about, but I never said once
That almost everyone called them that one despicable word:
******.
Cara Marshall May 2014
God blessed the soul that gave me the courage
To write what I feel
To feel
God blessed the soul that paved a way
For people like me
For the woman who taught
That there is no one like me
God blessed the soul that opened the minds
Of more than can count
The soul that opened the eyes
Of the blind who felt
But could not see the way
To this world
This world of emotion
passion
feel
God blessed the soul that paved the way
God named her Maya Angelou
And she paved the way
Rest in paradise, Ms. Maya Angelou. You gave hope with your words, and I can only try to do the same as well as you one day.

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