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Aa Harvey Jul 2019
Faithful or hateful


Faithful or hateful, the choice is yours.
I can only ever be grateful for your company ‘The one I adore’.
You’re so funny; you make me laugh like no other does.
I guess you love me.  Is this what you call love?
I am still asking the questions, never getting satisfaction.
Still searching for clarification, so here I am asking.


Are you faithful or hateful?  The choice is always yours.
You are still ‘The one which I adore’.
You showed me your light
And I was blinded by such a beautiful sight.
Your beauty thrills me;
You make my heart skip a beat.
You make me rise, to my feet,
Just to kneel down before you unworthy.
If only you could, I would ask you to love me.


I don’t know if you’re faithful or hateful.
All I know in my heart is that I will always be grateful,
For once you loved me and I too loved you
And between us two, we had something unnamed
And it could never be tamed,
Because once we were real…
Now we are only in old flames.


(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Ruheen Jul 2019
Why can't you hear me?
I used to wonder if you could.
Why are we speaking?
I used to wonder if your words were stories.
Why are we climbing?
I used to wonder if the world could fall.
Why did you say we were the story?
I used to wonder who was reading.
Why did you tell me we were dreaming?
I used to wonder if I believed you.

And I do.
So tell me this.
How do I wake up?
If I'm dreaming, wide awake?
Someone, seriously. Give me an answer. To any of these.
gabrielle Jul 2019
honestly
i am nowhere to go

so
i took the road

and i knew it was wrong
yet i took it

honestly
i am oblivious of things to do

so
i chased questions

and i knew it wasn't answers
yet i yearned for it

but honestly
i dont know me
Yolanda Jul 2019
Where do you come from?

Do I come from the land of my forefathers
Or am I the daughter of the soil

Nourished by the land of which I’m taught to toil

Or maybe I am a daughter of the moon connected in spirit

Where do you come from they ask?..

I am the daughter of a self employed man

I dare say from my mother’s womb

Where do you come from they ask...

A little planet called earth

I am a human..

A girl that grew into a woman

I am the daughter of the soil

Dipped in melanin,

I come from a land that flows with milk & honey

Africa my beloved
My heart
My home
This is who I am.
Hlengiwe Jul 2019
I want to know myself
I want to explore myself
I want to search my heart
Exploring every curve,
invading every room's privacy
I want answers to unasked questions
I want accurate answers to rhetorical questions
I want to have conversations about topics that are ignored and hidden
I want to drink coffee with the Lord
and let him fill my empty mind
with wisdom to understand life.
I want to know what is pain, hate, depression, and discrimination.
I want to understand their origin
I want to fight bad guys
I want to succeed
But how can I
when fear is all that I know.
I want...
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