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  Jun 2023 Emmanuel Phakathi
Malia
Iโ€™m ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ everything I need
Iโ€™m spoiled and I should be ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜บ.
โ€œ๐˜—๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜จ๐˜ฆโ€
Itโ€™s like a ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต or maybe a ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ.
โ€œ๐˜—๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜จ๐˜ฆโ€
It doesnโ€™t matter if itโ€™s just fog and conjecture.
I donโ€™t deserve to be sad, I donโ€™t.
Iโ€™ve never experienced hardship the way
My ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ did, my ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ did,
Or the people I read of online.
There is no cause for me to lash out,
There is no cause for me to run away
From my own ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต๐˜ด in my ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ.
And yet, they tell me I donโ€™t deserve to be ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜บ either.
โ€œ๐˜•๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ,โ€ they whisper.
Did you know that whispers can be loud?
Did you know that quiet can hurt?

I canโ€™t be ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ฅ and I canโ€™t be ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜บ-

I canโ€™t be ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜บ and I canโ€™t be ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ-

What is there left for me to be?
  Jun 2023 Emmanuel Phakathi
Malia
it comes and goes like waves,
she said to me.
itโ€™s okay, one day, itโ€™ll go away,
she said to me.
the ocean never stays the same, you know,
she said to me.
if that great, big body of water can change,
so can you,
she said to me.

i love you,
i said to her.
lol typing without proper capitalization is so ~aesthetic~.
  Jun 2023 Emmanuel Phakathi
Luke
I went out to find
Some value in me,
So I sold what I had
For little a fee.

My eyes for a penny
I sold to some fools,
They're blind and useless,
Mistook for jewels.

My lips for a nickel
To the sweetest sin,
So they'll know the love
That has never been.

My ears for a dime
I sold to a lover.
To hear sweet nothings,
And silence uncover.

My hands for a quarter
I sold to a ghost,
So that she might feel
What I've wanted the most.

Finally my bones for a dollar
I sold to the earth,
But as for my soul-
There was found no worth.
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