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You've been with me from the start,  
Our distance couldn't be shorter but we are so far apart .
I miss the times we would sing for no reason.
I miss our poems written almost by our feelings.
We found happiness in the compositions of our plain
but looking back I'm clearly not the same.

The world is hardening me,
It broke my dome protecting my reality.
I lost the trust, the bank is closed,
Even in lust the lack of love shows
Because for one you need the other.
Injaka turned  into strays
my brothers, I now call them cain
But how was I able?
I was their dawg...see now I had no seat at the table.

I'm  confused I don't know what to do,
I know it is because I'm losing you.
Want to go back to the old days so we can do it the old ways.
how are we in the same place but I can barely rocognize your face?
The cities lights dazzal my sight
The cold numbs me on these city nights
The monotony is draining my will to fight i see this when i think "What would i even write?".

I wonder how you'd feel if you could see the new me.
I do know one thing I  miss you,
the old Manezi.
Injaka- south african slang meaning  friend  stems from the word inja which means dog

Losing my self
stas Jan 2019
beauty, in all shapes and sizes.
So why does everyone get labeled?
A brand, so people rocognize us.
Don't make the price too high,
don't make the price too low,
or they don't want to buy us.
We are all different, we are all unique.
So come out of your shell and take a peek.
We can all find what we seek.
If we could only help eachother.
It doesn't matter if you're a stranger or my brother.
We don't have to be rude to one another.
And it's okay to have a secret lover.
Stop shaming each other.
Just show a little love to one another.

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