"bantu" poems - Hello Poetry

"bantu" poems

The darker the berry the sweeter the seeds plant them because you sow what you reap. My skin is magical you see...for I am a special kind of breed. When I'm in the sun my melanin boils, plus heat is good for my ***** coils. A shade darker I've just became... From honey brown to a cocoa shade. Time to untwist my bantu knots and free my natural fro. The curly crown of victory as my melanin glows. I strut through the grasslands in tune with my inner goddess. My legs are thick and long, so now its time to flaunt this. shaking my hair from left to right & pump my fist in the air. Wish I was alive in the civil rights, but then I wouldn't be hear. People they envy my complexion, they wish they had my perfection. But honestly you can't hate on something God gave. Melanin queen, you reign in the lands. Zion queen, lets do a foreign dance. Melanin runs within my veins and pores. Melanin I love to be, I'm wading in the shores.

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May 19, 2016

May 19, 2016 at 5:31 PM UTC

The darker the berry the sweeter the seeds plant them because you sow what you reap. My skin is magical you see...for I am a special kind of breed. When I'm in the sun my melanin boils, plus heat is good for my ***** coils. A shade darker I've just became... From honey brown to a cocoa shade. Time to untwist my bantu knots and free my natural fro. The curly crown of victory as my melanin glows. I strut through the grasslands in tune with my inner goddess. My legs are thick and long, so now its time to flaunt this. shaking my hair from left to right & pump my fist in the air. Wish I was alive in the civil rights, but then I wouldn't be hear. People they envy my complexion, they wish they had my perfection. But honestly you can't hate on something God gave. Melanin queen, you reign in the lands. Zion queen, lets do a foreign dance. Melanin runs within my veins and pores. Melanin I love to be, I'm wading in the shores.

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the dutch colony ascended on our shores replacing traditional african education on culture with teaching slaves how to pray we saw the deterioration of black schools and state-mandated segregated curricula whites being taught better than blacks who was only destined for subservient jobs policies of apartheid birthed the bantu education and later forced us to learn languages which was not our native tongue the youth could no longer be silenced soweto uprising saw them dying for the cause we have protested throughout the decades silenced by the apartheid government simply ignored with Mandela’s release we saw liberation, freedom, democracy and a single education system, we were finally equal however the legacy of black inferior education left a deep scar which has still not healed our parents not able to give us the education they were denied now students are holding the government accountable who promised free education for a vote the movement trending as #feesmustfall anger expressed by burning premises, striking and rioting i believe in the cause but who are you really hurting? why destroy the very universities that you are fighting for?

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Oct 27, 2016

Oct 27, 2016 at 5:17 PM UTC

the dutch colony ascended on our shores replacing traditional african education on culture with teaching slaves how to pray we saw the deterioration of black schools and state-mandated segregated curricula whites being taught better than blacks who was only destined for subservient jobs policies of apartheid birthed the bantu education and later forced us to learn languages which was not our native tongue the youth could no longer be silenced soweto uprising saw them dying for the cause we have protested throughout the decades silenced by the apartheid government simply ignored with Mandela’s release we saw liberation, freedom, democracy and a single education system, we were finally equal however the legacy of black inferior education left a deep scar which has still not healed our parents not able to give us the education they were denied now students are holding the government accountable who promised free education for a vote the movement trending as #feesmustfall anger expressed by burning premises, striking and rioting i believe in the cause but who are you really hurting? why destroy the very universities that you are fighting for?

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Our eyes filled with wonder Our minds twisted in change Much like hobbits going afar Then returning to sweet home Our lives were changed forever We rode slow and flew so fast In tin cans from here and to there Never taking off our shoes Hardly touching the ground Hardly touching Africa Hiding behind camera lens Wearing our face in masks As a people not African black Who worry not the future Living easily in time’s moment Like sardines aligned in tight Wild creatures within confines Electricity, steel, and wire Tall fences stopping escape To other worlds and realms afar Except the leopards of night Who easily roam across All defined or artificial borders Escaping cramped tin cans Basking in Africa’s buttery light Except for our African guide With Christian name of Dexter But named actually as Tichayambuka Nekutenda Nenyasha Chikerema More comfortable sleeping in Deep bush amongst beasts Without down comforters, perfumes, socks, or shoes Living life in happy quiet freedom A man raised speaking Bantu in a small Shona tribe Born in the Zimababwan village Of Mutekedza in Mashonaland East in the Chivhu Area. From his father’s family Given a totem of Zebra Brown Then recited in love poem daily by his proud mother To affirm him as a man Although he must also be like the leopard Unconfined in simple borders Or tin can walls all around Able to traverse the world We as tourists were and are Salty, smelly, near rotten sardines I see him smile And I laugh, and I know Ndino ziva anorarama se mbada © 2017 Jim Davis

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Nov 7, 2018

Nov 7, 2018 at 1:02 AM UTC

Our eyes filled with wonder Our minds twisted in change Much like hobbits going afar Then returning to sweet home Our lives were changed forever We rode slow and flew so fast In tin cans from here and to there Never taking off our shoes Hardly touching the ground Hardly touching Africa Hiding behind camera lens Wearing our face in masks As a people not African black Who worry not the future Living easily in time’s moment Like sardines aligned in tight Wild creatures within confines Electricity, steel, and wire Tall fences stopping escape To other worlds and realms afar Except the leopards of night Who easily roam across All defined or artificial borders Escaping cramped tin cans Basking in Africa’s buttery light Except for our African guide With Christian name of Dexter But named actually as Tichayambuka Nekutenda Nenyasha Chikerema More comfortable sleeping in Deep bush amongst beasts Without down comforters, perfumes, socks, or shoes Living life in happy quiet freedom A man raised speaking Bantu in a small Shona tribe Born in the Zimababwan village Of Mutekedza in Mashonaland East in the Chivhu Area. From his father’s family Given a totem of Zebra Brown Then recited in love poem daily by his proud mother To affirm him as a man Although he must also be like the leopard Unconfined in simple borders Or tin can walls all around Able to traverse the world We as tourists were and are Salty, smelly, near rotten sardines I see him smile And I laugh, and I know Ndino ziva anorarama se mbada © 2017 Jim Davis

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Alexander K Opicho (Eldret, Kenya;[email protected]) Do you remember one era in Kenya? During the dark days of dictatorship When Daniel arap Moi Was the tyrannical president of Kenya And darkness of leadership Loomed like the dark clouds of el Niño When forty district commissioners Out of the total of forty two were kalenjins? Whose main work was to spy and terrorize As the people forlornly groaned under the heavy Yoke of state terror of tribal torment When the president claims that He was not aware of such tyranny, When we used to sing a lame poem Of jokoo! Jokoo! Jokoo! Jokoo! On empty stomachs with no hope of food No hope of jobs or even education Street children swelling on the street In total political nonchalance of arap Moi As he only gave free milk to his own kalenjin youths In Kabaraka schools, the Kabaraka school which was Overfunded by the poor tax payers money, Please President Uhuru Kenyatta as good as you are With your dear humane heart of Bantu conscience As you are armed to teeth with modern education **** sapiens Gentility and polished diplomacy Superb in quality of thought and supremacy of choices The government of Kenya is yours and the people of Kenya Are your political darlings, true bandwagons for ever Kindly listen and buy my poemetics, my dear president Remove Daniel Moi from the state house of Kenya, Let not Daniel Moi be your adviser Ignore him and embrace Kenyans For common future happiness Even if Daniel Moi is old, the truth is different He is not a good man, he is full of Machiavelli His full badness is measured in absurdity Of terribly and horrendously crashed *** crushed Testicles of poemcrats and political leaders Of Kenya of yore and today, Truth meted in When koigi wa wamwere became A permanent staff of kamiti maximum prison without pension Wangari Mathai beaten like an animal in a hunters trap Ngugi wa Thiong’o jobless and detained without trial Raila Amolo odinga’s testicles went missing He looks for them on daily circadian But once he nears their political pigeonhole Then elections of the times flops, O! Poor Odinga! President Uhuru Kenyatta with your suave intellect You won’t get a pretext to say that I was not aware or not informed Please dear darling of the people The people of Kenya in their 42 tribes Novate Moi with the people And your legacy will smile.

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Jan 17, 2014

Jan 17, 2014 at 8:59 AM UTC

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40 KALENJIN DISTRICT COMMISSIONERS OUT OF 42

Alexander K Opicho (Eldret, Kenya;[email protected]) Do you remember one era in Kenya? During the dark days of dictatorship When Daniel arap Moi Was the tyrannical president of Kenya And darkness of leadership Loomed like the dark clouds of el Niño When forty district commissioners Out of the total of forty two were kalenjins? Whose main work was to spy and terrorize As the people forlornly groaned under the heavy Yoke of state terror of tribal torment When the president claims that He was not aware of such tyranny, When we used to sing a lame poem Of jokoo! Jokoo! Jokoo! Jokoo! On empty stomachs with no hope of food No hope of jobs or even education Street children swelling on the street In total political nonchalance of arap Moi As he only gave free milk to his own kalenjin youths In Kabaraka schools, the Kabaraka school which was Overfunded by the poor tax payers money, Please President Uhuru Kenyatta as good as you are With your dear humane heart of Bantu conscience As you are armed to teeth with modern education **** sapiens Gentility and polished diplomacy Superb in quality of thought and supremacy of choices The government of Kenya is yours and the people of Kenya Are your political darlings, true bandwagons for ever Kindly listen and buy my poemetics, my dear president Remove Daniel Moi from the state house of Kenya, Let not Daniel Moi be your adviser Ignore him and embrace Kenyans For common future happiness Even if Daniel Moi is old, the truth is different He is not a good man, he is full of Machiavelli His full badness is measured in absurdity Of terribly and horrendously crashed *** crushed Testicles of poemcrats and political leaders Of Kenya of yore and today, Truth meted in When koigi wa wamwere became A permanent staff of kamiti maximum prison without pension Wangari Mathai beaten like an animal in a hunters trap Ngugi wa Thiong’o jobless and detained without trial Raila Amolo odinga’s testicles went missing He looks for them on daily circadian But once he nears their political pigeonhole Then elections of the times flops, O! Poor Odinga! President Uhuru Kenyatta with your suave intellect You won’t get a pretext to say that I was not aware or not informed Please dear darling of the people The people of Kenya in their 42 tribes Novate Moi with the people And your legacy will smile.

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Rasanya tubuhku seperti ditikam jutaan kali Ragaku,perlahan mati Rasaku hancur tak bertepi Dan kau si bajingan,yang ku dambakan Yang selalu ku beri pujian Yang detik ini masih pertahankan Tapi malah membunuh ku secara perlahan Aku benci hadirmu yang selalu membayangi diri Disaat ku mulai melangkah kan kaki Sejauh mungkin, melupakan kau Dan rasa kita yang perlahan mati Tolong,untuk kali ini Jadilah bajingan yang sedikit punya rasa baik hati Bantu sedikit aku memulihkan raga ini Bantu aku sedikit percaya diri Bahwa kau memang sudah sepantasnya tak di sisi Pergilah jauh dan tak perlu lagi kau kembali disini Rasaku sudah mati Sejak kau memilih berlalu pergi Aku benci Tapi aku mencintai

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Jun 9, 2019

Jun 9, 2019 at 11:09 AM UTC

Kau si bajingan yang ku cintai

Rasanya tubuhku seperti ditikam jutaan kali Ragaku,perlahan mati Rasaku hancur tak bertepi Dan kau si bajingan,yang ku dambakan Yang selalu ku beri pujian Yang detik ini masih pertahankan Tapi malah membunuh ku secara perlahan Aku benci hadirmu yang selalu membayangi diri Disaat ku mulai melangkah kan kaki Sejauh mungkin, melupakan kau Dan rasa kita yang perlahan mati Tolong,untuk kali ini Jadilah bajingan yang sedikit punya rasa baik hati Bantu sedikit aku memulihkan raga ini Bantu aku sedikit percaya diri Bahwa kau memang sudah sepantasnya tak di sisi Pergilah jauh dan tak perlu lagi kau kembali disini Rasaku sudah mati Sejak kau memilih berlalu pergi Aku benci Tapi aku mencintai

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Her skin is a creamy vanilla She lies beneath a tree, it's a willa Her eyes like two deep pools of chocolate that you could get lost in. She looks different from others, but she's just like us within. She unravels her beautiful bantu knots She let her natural, ***** thick curls go Just like the wind, she goes with the flow But something that's more beautiful than her, ....are her beautiful thoughts

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Aug 10, 2017

Aug 10, 2017 at 8:53 AM UTC

Her skin is a creamy vanilla She lies beneath a tree, it's a willa Her eyes like two deep pools of chocolate that you could get lost in. She looks different from others, but she's just like us within. She unravels her beautiful bantu knots She let her natural, ***** thick curls go Just like the wind, she goes with the flow But something that's more beautiful than her, ....are her beautiful thoughts

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Bangsa pribumi di era modern Memaksa batin untuk jadi keren Sudah lewat aku di zaman batu Ku langkahkan kaki di zaman baru Aku tidak tahu cara naik bus Yang aku tahu adalah kursi bertikus Oh jarak.. Jarak yang membuatku berpisah Aku rindu suasana desa yang indah Oh jarak.. Sampai kapankah aku gelisah Aku gundah tidak tahu arah Oh jarak.. Selamatkanlah aku Selamatkan aku dari rasa putus asa Aku takut.. Aku takut pada gedung besi berasap Aku takut pada mesin yang berjalan Aku takut pada benda panjang beruap Siapakah aku disini? Siapapun tolong bantu aku Siapapun keluarkan aku dari sini Siapapun tuntunlah aku Oh Tuhanku.. Berikanlah Petunjuk-Mu Tidak ada yang lain selain Diri-Mu Aku disini hanya pencari Ridho-Mu -Kediri, 19 Maret 2018-

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Mar 25, 2018

Mar 25, 2018 at 11:39 PM UTC

Bangsa pribumi di era modern Memaksa batin untuk jadi keren Sudah lewat aku di zaman batu Ku langkahkan kaki di zaman baru Aku tidak tahu cara naik bus Yang aku tahu adalah kursi bertikus Oh jarak.. Jarak yang membuatku berpisah Aku rindu suasana desa yang indah Oh jarak.. Sampai kapankah aku gelisah Aku gundah tidak tahu arah Oh jarak.. Selamatkanlah aku Selamatkan aku dari rasa putus asa Aku takut.. Aku takut pada gedung besi berasap Aku takut pada mesin yang berjalan Aku takut pada benda panjang beruap Siapakah aku disini? Siapapun tolong bantu aku Siapapun keluarkan aku dari sini Siapapun tuntunlah aku Oh Tuhanku.. Berikanlah Petunjuk-Mu Tidak ada yang lain selain Diri-Mu Aku disini hanya pencari Ridho-Mu -Kediri, 19 Maret 2018-

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ada yang berkata untuk urusi urusanmu sendiri ada juga yang menganjurkan kita saling bantu oiya, kita juga disalahkan karena apapun yang kita pilih semuanya akan selalu berjalan seperti itu oiya sebenarnya disini; tidak ada yang benar benar salah tidak ada yang benar benar betul jika dilihat dari banyak sudut pandang jika memang berkata; biarlah, orang itu sendiri sendiri ya harus konsisten tidak usah memaksakan kehendak suatu makhluk. tuhannya ? tidak usah ditanya. tidak sopan.

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Jan 29, 2019

Jan 29, 2019 at 3:07 AM UTC

ada yang berkata untuk urusi urusanmu sendiri ada juga yang menganjurkan kita saling bantu oiya, kita juga disalahkan karena apapun yang kita pilih semuanya akan selalu berjalan seperti itu oiya sebenarnya disini; tidak ada yang benar benar salah tidak ada yang benar benar betul jika dilihat dari banyak sudut pandang jika memang berkata; biarlah, orang itu sendiri sendiri ya harus konsisten tidak usah memaksakan kehendak suatu makhluk. tuhannya ? tidak usah ditanya. tidak sopan.

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One night in a blacked out dream , I saw the queen. **** **** **** strong and dark with no cream. She keeps me up. Beautiful art unframed and unfinished; begging a young Picasso - To put the touch of his brush. Kilo for kilo she's my addiction. As the queen, I hit her 'gram' with the smoothest diction. Not trying to collide but I'm lovin' her friction - And despite impending demise and my lates affliction; I see in her royal eyes, "Is he real or fiction?" Those brown sugar eyes, they won't gleam - Even if a young prince got green and clean. She discerns what glitters and what ain't gold. She doesn't know much about love but she knows about soul. That's why her heart isn't package and her time ain't sold. She walks as if she's in glass slippers italicizing a beautiful woman in bold. She's the dopest so she's never fiend and she's never leaned. That black never cracked and her aspirations, she's never quit. She a lil bit thick but she ain't never bricked, all net my baby; I'll never pass her, that's just swish. She got that Bantu up in Bambu - Don't get it twisted. That melanin poppin', not her cherry, she won't risk it. She put Lynch on the bench - ain't no ***** ever ran through but they ran to. She's the reincarnation of her mama, but she embodies her grandma. She got the realest figure, before never after the comma. Divined by God, designed by God; Her eyebrows stay 'fleek' and her edges stay laid. Her ideal man: good cook, a good lover and a good maid. She always talks about living on her own, she actin' so grown. She just wants a house with a man who knows how to go out but stay home. To her, her womb is like the treasure of the Earth, Don't talk about planting no seed unless you nurturing the dirt. She's all about last, cause her last is her first. And for all her dinner dates she hopes they end in desert. By twelve midnight, she adorns her head-cloth, head wrap, head scarf - Don't hit up her FaceTime unless you just want to talk. She's the queen of all colors, she wears that black like it's true.

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Jul 10, 2016

Jul 10, 2016 at 3:39 PM UTC

Queen of All Colors

One night in a blacked out dream , I saw the queen. **** **** **** strong and dark with no cream. She keeps me up. Beautiful art unframed and unfinished; begging a young Picasso - To put the touch of his brush. Kilo for kilo she's my addiction. As the queen, I hit her 'gram' with the smoothest diction. Not trying to collide but I'm lovin' her friction - And despite impending demise and my lates affliction; I see in her royal eyes, "Is he real or fiction?" Those brown sugar eyes, they won't gleam - Even if a young prince got green and clean. She discerns what glitters and what ain't gold. She doesn't know much about love but she knows about soul. That's why her heart isn't package and her time ain't sold. She walks as if she's in glass slippers italicizing a beautiful woman in bold. She's the dopest so she's never fiend and she's never leaned. That black never cracked and her aspirations, she's never quit. She a lil bit thick but she ain't never bricked, all net my baby; I'll never pass her, that's just swish. She got that Bantu up in Bambu - Don't get it twisted. That melanin poppin', not her cherry, she won't risk it. She put Lynch on the bench - ain't no ***** ever ran through but they ran to. She's the reincarnation of her mama, but she embodies her grandma. She got the realest figure, before never after the comma. Divined by God, designed by God; Her eyebrows stay 'fleek' and her edges stay laid. Her ideal man: good cook, a good lover and a good maid. She always talks about living on her own, she actin' so grown. She just wants a house with a man who knows how to go out but stay home. To her, her womb is like the treasure of the Earth, Don't talk about planting no seed unless you nurturing the dirt. She's all about last, cause her last is her first. And for all her dinner dates she hopes they end in desert. By twelve midnight, she adorns her head-cloth, head wrap, head scarf - Don't hit up her FaceTime unless you just want to talk. She's the queen of all colors, she wears that black like it's true.

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AZANIA I Azania ikruqukile kukubanjwa I Azania idiniwe ziimbumbulu ezisuka kutshaba I Azania iphelelwe ngamandla okubamba iintlanganiso Iminyaka elandelelanayo kungekho nkqubela phambili I Azania iphalele ngoku kukusebenzela nina, mabhulu,bantu abamhlophe.ABELUNGU. Pha ezidolophini I Azania idikiwe kukunigrumbela igolide I Azania ifuna ukugrumbela iintsana zayo igolide I Azania idiniwe, I Azania idiniwe I Azania ikruqukile kukudanduluka kunye nokulila.

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May 27, 2016

May 27, 2016 at 3:40 AM UTC

esethu-mahlumba

AZANIA I Azania ikruqukile kukubanjwa I Azania idiniwe ziimbumbulu ezisuka kutshaba I Azania iphelelwe ngamandla okubamba iintlanganiso Iminyaka elandelelanayo kungekho nkqubela phambili I Azania iphalele ngoku kukusebenzela nina, mabhulu,bantu abamhlophe.ABELUNGU. Pha ezidolophini I Azania idikiwe kukunigrumbela igolide I Azania ifuna ukugrumbela iintsana zayo igolide I Azania idiniwe, I Azania idiniwe I Azania ikruqukile kukudanduluka kunye nokulila.

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Middle East Future I have not written anything today, why should I? The future in the Middle East is clear there will be a rapprochement between USA and Iran, naturally two countries are surprisingly alike both sublime and with a streak a tendency to violence. That leaves us with it will leave the before the Palestinians will refuse to be Bantu state and we will have an Israel stretching from the Mediterranean to Jordan, most of the people will Be none Jews and since Israel is a democracy it will have to accept this new situation. Israel will in the future become just another Middle Eastern state that has nuclear weapon they cannot use without erasing their own people as a race. It will be a bitter irony if they did what the **** tried to do. Saudi Arabia can go back being a kingdom with ten thousand princes that have just moved out of the tents, but Jews will survive in Iran. So there is nothing to write about except the vines are greening and I’m taking a car dealer to court, it has taken me since 2004 to get here because I can’t afford use a lawyer, justice takes time and is costly.

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May 16, 2015

May 16, 2015 at 6:22 AM UTC

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Middle East Future

Middle East Future I have not written anything today, why should I? The future in the Middle East is clear there will be a rapprochement between USA and Iran, naturally two countries are surprisingly alike both sublime and with a streak a tendency to violence. That leaves us with it will leave the before the Palestinians will refuse to be Bantu state and we will have an Israel stretching from the Mediterranean to Jordan, most of the people will Be none Jews and since Israel is a democracy it will have to accept this new situation. Israel will in the future become just another Middle Eastern state that has nuclear weapon they cannot use without erasing their own people as a race. It will be a bitter irony if they did what the **** tried to do. Saudi Arabia can go back being a kingdom with ten thousand princes that have just moved out of the tents, but Jews will survive in Iran. So there is nothing to write about except the vines are greening and I’m taking a car dealer to court, it has taken me since 2004 to get here because I can’t afford use a lawyer, justice takes time and is costly.

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Hari ini tadi, dokter bantu keluarkan empat buah batu dari empeduku. Suatu hari nanti, mana tahu dokter atau entah siapa itu akan bantu keluarkan sebuah nisan dari tubuhku?

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May 31, 2024

May 31, 2024 at 11:33 AM UTC

Batu di Tubuhku

Hari ini tadi, dokter bantu keluarkan empat buah batu dari empeduku. Suatu hari nanti, mana tahu dokter atau entah siapa itu akan bantu keluarkan sebuah nisan dari tubuhku?

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Unapologetic and flawlessly she is drenched in the very essence of beauty called melanin, Her body has a glow as if the sunlight shrouds and gently embraces her skin, with a complexion so deep and warm my eyes can just lay on it days on end, I escape this trance only to find myself captivated by her mere presence all over again, mesmerized by how she transcends the modern notions of perfection, you know the notions that tends to sleep on a darker complexion? and no, I don't want it to sound like that I'm sleeping on your complexion but everyday I picture your skin as a tone I wouldn't mind waking up and drifting away to, Miss melaninated lullaby your beauty rangs true. Crowned with royalty and rebelous in nature, her hair defies gravity only adhering to the Queen's imagination, "black girl magic" there is no other explanation, think about it, she waves her hands and then **** her poofy hair turns into a new creation, bantu knots, braids, 2 strand twist, her hair is a work of art and she's an artist, her hair imitates the heavens and she's the goddess....

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Jul 2, 2017

Jul 2, 2017 at 5:40 AM UTC

Unapologetic and flawlessly she is drenched in the very essence of beauty called melanin, Her body has a glow as if the sunlight shrouds and gently embraces her skin, with a complexion so deep and warm my eyes can just lay on it days on end, I escape this trance only to find myself captivated by her mere presence all over again, mesmerized by how she transcends the modern notions of perfection, you know the notions that tends to sleep on a darker complexion? and no, I don't want it to sound like that I'm sleeping on your complexion but everyday I picture your skin as a tone I wouldn't mind waking up and drifting away to, Miss melaninated lullaby your beauty rangs true. Crowned with royalty and rebelous in nature, her hair defies gravity only adhering to the Queen's imagination, "black girl magic" there is no other explanation, think about it, she waves her hands and then **** her poofy hair turns into a new creation, bantu knots, braids, 2 strand twist, her hair is a work of art and she's an artist, her hair imitates the heavens and she's the goddess....

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I see beautiful black skin Radiating from you Bantu knots upons your head And a familiar accent. I go up to you and say hey You look at me weird I mistook you for my friend She is dead.

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Oct 16, 2018

Oct 16, 2018 at 1:28 AM UTC

I see beautiful black skin Radiating from you Bantu knots upons your head And a familiar accent. I go up to you and say hey You look at me weird I mistook you for my friend She is dead.

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Dia habiskan beberapa malam untuk menangis Sendiri ditemani kesedihannya yang tak mau pergi Mengutuk diri karena lemah hati Hangatnya hilang lantaran yang dirasa hanya dingin Jatuh seribu kali, bangun seribu satu kali Dia bantu dirinya sendiri untuk berdiri Sudah tugasnya menjadi selalu terlihat gigih Kesepian sudah menjadi teman baik Hampa seakan sudah memiliki tempat khusus dalam diri Tidak apa-apa menjadi lemah malam hari Asal kembali tertawa besok pagi Dan seterusnya begitu lagi Tidak sabar menanti rasa yang akan mati

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Jun 24, 2020

Jun 24, 2020 at 12:09 PM UTC

Dia habiskan beberapa malam untuk menangis Sendiri ditemani kesedihannya yang tak mau pergi Mengutuk diri karena lemah hati Hangatnya hilang lantaran yang dirasa hanya dingin Jatuh seribu kali, bangun seribu satu kali Dia bantu dirinya sendiri untuk berdiri Sudah tugasnya menjadi selalu terlihat gigih Kesepian sudah menjadi teman baik Hampa seakan sudah memiliki tempat khusus dalam diri Tidak apa-apa menjadi lemah malam hari Asal kembali tertawa besok pagi Dan seterusnya begitu lagi Tidak sabar menanti rasa yang akan mati

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Slanderous tongues wont halt my steps, Wont halt my stampede of forwardness, As wisdoms guidance have n will ensure this, Descended from Highest Highs, While those who are doubters, Will be bandwagonists, Facades they are, Always known by what flows from their lips, Especially During Moments wear n tear, Via Solid Amounts of Kalinago, Bantu, Zulu, Taino Courage, Will stamp out fear, Against Critics, I will persevere !

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Apr 11, 2021

Apr 11, 2021 at 10:06 AM UTC

Against Critics I will persevere

Slanderous tongues wont halt my steps, Wont halt my stampede of forwardness, As wisdoms guidance have n will ensure this, Descended from Highest Highs, While those who are doubters, Will be bandwagonists, Facades they are, Always known by what flows from their lips, Especially During Moments wear n tear, Via Solid Amounts of Kalinago, Bantu, Zulu, Taino Courage, Will stamp out fear, Against Critics, I will persevere !

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How can I blame her for breaking my heart, When I was the one who let her in from the start? I opened up the doors, and she slipped right through, And now I'm left to pick up the pieces of me and you. How can I blame her for the tears that I've cried, When I was the one who filled my eyes with her sight? I was blinded by love, and I couldn't see, The heartache that awaited me. How can I blame her for destroying me, When I was the one who lost myself in loving her recklessly? I gave up my sense of self, my identity, my pride, And now I'm left to wonder why... ~Bantu

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Nov 30, 2024

Nov 30, 2024 at 10:33 AM UTC

"The Weight of Self-Reflection"

How can I blame her for breaking my heart, When I was the one who let her in from the start? I opened up the doors, and she slipped right through, And now I'm left to pick up the pieces of me and you. How can I blame her for the tears that I've cried, When I was the one who filled my eyes with her sight? I was blinded by love, and I couldn't see, The heartache that awaited me. How can I blame her for destroying me, When I was the one who lost myself in loving her recklessly? I gave up my sense of self, my identity, my pride, And now I'm left to wonder why... ~Bantu

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In my ancient history, A mother stands over her daughter Twisting her hair into Bantu knots. The young men gather, Who built the Great Enclosure With the strength of mighty warriors. I am 'umuntu,' a person, I embrace The ancient beauty in their face, Their shape, the color of race, My ancient heritage.

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Aug 7, 2024

Aug 7, 2024 at 1:34 PM UTC

Within My Ancient History

In my ancient history, A mother stands over her daughter Twisting her hair into Bantu knots. The young men gather, Who built the Great Enclosure With the strength of mighty warriors. I am 'umuntu,' a person, I embrace The ancient beauty in their face, Their shape, the color of race, My ancient heritage.

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