Her sky covers the tall monuments of man , she holds secrets that we are to afraid to tell , she speaks of stories of days when gold was pulled from her roots.
Her name , her place all in the mits of beauty , she is a world class city whos streets are still yet to be touched by my feet.
I've seen her at sun rise and at sun set when the fires of the people blaze in uproar as they beg for more.
She is my home , she  is home to thousands.
But she cries , she cries at 3am when the blood of a father is spilt for the paper in the leather bound casing , she breaks when mothers abandon their mistakes on her rail roads , she screams when the young and innocent venture to her deep dark parts in search to ruin their lives for fun , she feels the pain of the women and children who are fouled by men with no soul. I see her beauty in the torture as I drive through her heart and I break knowing her words are unspoken she has been violated , she feel cursed , she is our home but we have broken our walls.
She waits for the day her people see her pain and change for her happiness and I wait for the day the sun shines and I know my home is safe.

Are we chicks with curves
who bounce in tight jeans,
curves cutting concrete corners,
chunky gold cracking our necks
and boiling the sun?

No. We clasp hope in our hands,
like rope
it slices our palms
we slurp the blood to redden our lips
which shimmer in the Joburg sun.

This anger -
hunger
took our fathers places
where fathers died young,
tied our mothers to places
where mothers grew old..
Copyright ©2016, Dimakatso A. Sedite, adapted in 2017

You inspire a smile in my heart
And refocus my eyes to see
A future so green and so bright
Laden with feelings and laughter

You are the sunny side of Joburg
The serenity of the Durban waters
The might of Cape Town winds
The beauty of the Eastern Cape

You do surgery on my heart
Restoring the brokenness within
Curing the melancholy
Breaking up the discord

I wish for rainbows everyday
Springwaters to bath in
Great renown and riches
But none of that compares to you

I whipped her *** on the tarmac with spider-bit blurry vision, while
her ***** homies ***** each other with Joburg-*****-**** precision

⚇ ⚆ ⚈ ⚉

Mel K  Oct 18
Do I know you?

Susanna Berlinski
Luckily, no.

Mel K  
Why do you say luckily?

Susanna Berlinski
I consider you lucky for not knowing me.

Mel K
Care to explain?
I mean , you obviously know of me since you know my general location is on joburg .

Susanna Berlinski
White folks don't stand a chance in South Africa against the A.N.C.

Mel K  
Oooooohkay so your a racist?

It ain't eye-opening for 2 open eyes to get hit with a pig-sty mud pie
'cause you will not escape old knife-happy Joburg as an A.N.C. guy

God's Commandments that Christians have sacredly believed in are
now, in Nelson Mandela's sick Joburg, brutally staved & cleaved in
Our twin ***** are the same size 'cept your lard *** is mucho bigger  
in schlocky Nigerian movies whereat an actress diddles your trigger
as seen in schlocky Nigerian films when weirdos finger your trigger
as in schlocky Kenyan films when Pygmy goons ****** your trigger
in schmaltzy Iraqi films when desert Indios squeeze your ****-trigger
I'll not shy away from exploding devices in Papa John's pizza slices

Day 1,

I tried to reassemble it
I searched for it
Found its pieces scattered in streets
In places where I lost myself
What is this hill in Joburg
Is this the garden of Luxembourg

I tried to fit the pieces together
But they don't match
They keep falling and breaking
My hands are shaking
My head is hurting
I don't know
I don't know

Day 2,

I tried to take it back in me
I begged God to bend this rebel heart
But it won't let me be
It says it doesn't belong to me.

Mon cœur, please take me back

Day 3,

I'll water you with my tears
I'll drape you with my dreams
I'll nurture you with my hope
I'll conquer your doubts with my faith

I'll rescue you
Even if it takes thousand moons
To reach you


Please forgive me
Forgive me I forgot you
Forgive me I forsook you
Please come home