Do not use the color of my skin as a justification of your claims,
Your claims lack empirical/scientific evidence,
there are bestowed with the forces of non existence
Identification perpetuate human segregation
I am what I am.You are what you are…
our differences lies behind the veil of individuating information,
The prejudice and stereotypes we pose to out-groups has no fundamental causation
We cannot allow our social norms to constitute our final conclusion
Give yourself time to learn and experience my culture before making assumptions,
What you think I am… is beyond the language I speak,the clothes I wear and the lifestyle I live
Why do we allow hostile,superficial stereotypes to blind us
The issue of race had put us in little boxes,
Limiting us not to see the bigger picture,
Let us give ourselves time to dig deeper
We would be surprise of what we will find…
Wisdom is a treasure which takes time to be extracted from the core surface of the Earth,
Together,we can live in harmony
End this racial battle
but this will be achieved only if we see others as equal human beings
though our historical,geographic and backgrounds are different.
You have built this long walls around you,
preventing everyone not to jump through,
Found contentedness within your alone-less
You get bitter when you experience interference
The numbness that flows through your veins
unfold the hidden treasures of your existence
Your uniqueness is a threat to them,
They pretend as if they understand you better…
their lack of truth and justification pushes them further,
Rejoice over your silence
Wisdom is granted to those who LISTEN
the pleasures of affiliation will be enjoyed later.
Now…everything is about YOU
Search for your inner voice,
Listen to it attentively
Your inner peace is the greatest harvest
Let your thoughts flow freely like the river
but be careful of the temptations that blows with the wind.
Stay focus,put your trust in GOD
Everything will be well.
Do not seek pleasure in things that will make you perish
Pleasures that last for a short while are meaningless
Your patience will help you flourish
therefore help you to unlock the doors to eternal happiness.
They come with guns
loaded with bullets of evil intelligence,
Condemning our minds with the non-existence,
assumed to give us the life we are striving for…
Who are this people?
Making us forget our roots
shooting our brothers and sisters with their stupid ideas,
Dissolving our self-knowledge with hypnotic perceptions,
Promised us to give everlasting redemption,
Praise the Gods to give us salvation,
Loss of identity keeping us off track.
Blindfolded with the misconception of freedom
Confusion consume us,
Subconsciously living our soul bare,
Feed our emotional hunger with care,
They curse us through their breath
Their guns had robbed our integrity as a nation,
Giving us sedative pills to keep calm,
Destroying the sacredness that moves through our veins,
Killing our bloodline with their irresistible temptations
Our fabrication being ripped,tainted with their ideologies
Leaving unhealed wounds in our hearts,
Language becomes a barrier of voicing our views
We become puppets of the one we consider to be superior,
The curious mind being preoccupied with limitless questions,
Wondering about the end of battle,
the end of agony
the beginning of a journey filled with thorns
barefooted…feeling fearless to take that turn to the wilderness surrounded by vultures
the cruelty shown on their faces
shall give us peaceful dreams as we sleep on our bed
covered with the blanket of our success,
therefore freedom will not be our wish but definitely our accomplishment.
A flux of people going up about the street,
leaving behind the warmth of their bed sheet
searching for opportunities that will make their dream real,
feeling reluctant to standstill
something needs to be done,
a mission to complete.
Pave their way to reach the highest level of the ladder,
though the body is exhausted to carry one
but the soul feel oblige to achieve the goal of their misery
the fruit of their labour doesn’t come cheap,
it pays the bill,
working endlessly is a promise they willing to keep
the sweetest results of their action shall help them feed their hunger filled with greed.
They carry on like a strong human living machine,
Ensuring that they get everything they need.
They bow down to the same KING
A king which suck them dry their last penny,
Giving them false hope to salvation.
A drug given to increase their devastation,
A price paid for their misconception
A decision made with false information.
tears are drowning a broken hearted girl,
Wishing none of this could happen
A pain of a grown up man,
makes her heart oozes,pumping the blood filled with despair,
then she remembers that there’s more to life.
Pain comes and go
she need to cherish that tomorrow is a new day.
Behind closed doors
a woman is beaten up
by a man who claims to love her much
Yet he communicate using his hands
Hoping she will understand,
a sense of happiness had been taken away from her
living with a beast that fails to be a good man.
Blaming her for his shortcomings,
taking her to a guilt trip everytime she wants to run away,
Feeling obligated that living with this man will keep him alive.
The love that brought them together had already died.
there’s no hope in living her life in disguise,
Feeding the curious/suspicious mind with lies.
One day the beast will not take away her peace
even her life is at stake.
Behind closed doors
A family dine in deceit,
eating the food filled with shame
secrets fill their drinks,
showing the world a picture of a perfect family,
away form the curious eyes…
they sleep peacefully with their bitterness,
Everyone is in battle.
Armoured with a lack of trust,
moving forward to retain victory,
while their brothers and sisters are left behind.
Luxuries shall grant them affection and compassion.
Behind closed doors
The leader of broken promises
sail beyond the ocean filled with fortune
Exchanging ideas about how to suck the blood from the weak.
Feeding their hunger of greed with poisonous ideas that increases their desires,
Unequal laws shattered their dreams,
waking from a nightmare caused by the existence of the cruel man.
A man who claims to be a good friend,
telling you what you want to hear,
using you to climb high on the ladder,
Laughing behind your back
celebrating his victory without acknowledging your helping hands,
a greedy heart never shared anything with his brother
NB: I wrote this poem as a humble tribute to everyone who had touched my heart and soul through poetry,photography and just showing their utmost appreciation.I am grateful to have such a distance family,though our friendships can be considered strange but to me,it means a lot.Thank You everyone
Maditjhaba which means mother of the nations.
How is possible for a stranger to write your own memoir so beautifully?
Unleashing your own character like an old friend.
A shared friendship which moves beyond boundaries,
tied by a strange knot
becoming close to a stranger’s imagination,
making you feel like you are part of the story.
As the story unfold…
you realize that the contract that bids you and the writer has no clause
yet it is entirely legitimate,
You always looking forward to share a conversation with her or him,
though the conversation requires just written words,
the connection grows stronger and stronger
The writer gives you hope…
new meaning of life.
Sitting on the bench of my fears,
looking at open spaces filled with memories,
An unforgettable song keeping my mind occupied,
A smile from a stranger being observed from a distance,
loved ones holding each others hands to sustain their reunion.
suddenly a scent which lingers through the air triggers the mind,
making you believe that somethings don’t just fall behind,
they forever follow you like your own shadow,
constantly asking yourself whether the curse will carry on even tomorrow,
surely you’ve mistaken reality with fantasy,
repressed emotions don’t hide themselves for too long…
they get tired and the water from the bottle start spilling
you are forced to start talking.
taking a journey through memory lane,
trying to make sense with everything around you.
feeling so overwhelmed,suffocated by your own ignorance,
you need help….
yet you are too proud…
Your confusion keep you asleep like a lullaby
giving you nightmares that are made up of candies,
then you wake up in unfamiliar place
wondering how you got there…
then you remember,it was just a dream…
a dream which felt so real,
a dream which needs to be dealt with sooner.
I forgive you
for your lack of knowledge,
for your blindness which led me to hate,
treating me as a prisoner in my own place,
taking away my fate,
bearing the fruits which haunted my common sense,
leaving me feeling afraid,
showing me free flowing fountain which cleanse my innocence,
a sacred river which overflows with lifeless pleasure,
floated with limitless adventures.
I forgive you
for your careless mistakes which got me into trouble,
left me in so much debt of denial,
for your lack of consideration,
forcing me to react on impulse
letting the greatest opportunity of being true to myself to pass me by.
I forgive you
for your failure of understanding what I want…
for unleashing the darkest monster that live inside me,
for teaching me the distinction between pure love and lust,
for making me sleep on the bed adorn with shattered dreams
for walking with me through the path filled with thorns,
for making me beg for more
yet you knew that the implications of getting your poisonous affection
will gently activate my thoughts,
making the wrong to look right.
I forgive you
for wasting my precious time to deal with your foolishness,
for letting me explore the beauty of your uselessness,
for creating an impact which is meaningless,
for contradicting my values with your problems,
for holding my hand and pushing me to the limit
which made me the person I am today…
for being a fake friend which sugar coat lies with truthfulness,
for leaving me powerless,
a manipulative lover who do anything to boost his ego,
deeply stimulating his wickedness with beautiful music,
slowly captivating my mind unconsciously
being a guide which led me to unfamiliar places
places which showed superficial beauty
places which are beyond imagined
let alone pushing you to forget reality.