#deviants - Hello Poetry

For far too long we believed our skin had scars, Walking naked Only to hear the society's broken interpretation of deviants and devotion. Dooomed....

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Nov 29, 2018

Nov 29, 2018 at 4:41 AM UTC

bongani-malambule-sibanyoni

Broken Mirror

For far too long we believed our skin had scars, Walking naked Only to hear the society's broken interpretation of deviants and devotion. Dooomed....

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Have you ever prayer with a letter to an illiterate god? Pistol packed but can’t afford bullets, Our fridges are starving, insufficient funds rises our insulin. Ready to sail to our green pastures But our ****** drowned in pirates’ palms, Those who see man suffering hate their semen’s victory, Our talent mummified because we can’t afford to live out our dreams. We are rejects of the system, deviants to the society Every year our resolutions are the same Yet we been writing them for decades Born with no silver-spoon but promised street of gold So I turned to the God: “Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?”

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Feb 11, 2018

Feb 11, 2018 at 4:27 AM UTC

bongani-malambule-sibanyoni

No dart in my quiver

Have you ever prayer with a letter to an illiterate god? Pistol packed but can’t afford bullets, Our fridges are starving, insufficient funds rises our insulin. Ready to sail to our green pastures But our ****** drowned in pirates’ palms, Those who see man suffering hate their semen’s victory, Our talent mummified because we can’t afford to live out our dreams. We are rejects of the system, deviants to the society Every year our resolutions are the same Yet we been writing them for decades Born with no silver-spoon but promised street of gold So I turned to the God: “Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?”

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Cast the first stone We moving the streets like we queuing for judgment, In divided societies searching deviants We have lost our moral compass Our demons navigating hell Place called Home It rains umbers. Corruption termed mismanagement of funds None willing to lift a heavy stones. I was told scorpions inhabited stones’ shadows, So I won’t cast the first stone But remain in judgment for their curses I will move the street till sunset. Judged.

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Sep 27, 2017

Sep 27, 2017 at 1:38 AM UTC

bongani-malambule-sibanyoni

Cast the first stone

Cast the first stone We moving the streets like we queuing for judgment, In divided societies searching deviants We have lost our moral compass Our demons navigating hell Place called Home It rains umbers. Corruption termed mismanagement of funds None willing to lift a heavy stones. I was told scorpions inhabited stones’ shadows, So I won’t cast the first stone But remain in judgment for their curses I will move the street till sunset. Judged.

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