The path she should not cross

Inspired by : Adele-Send my love to your new lover

Don't take away her sunrise because she might not be brave enough to face the storm,like I did. Please don't make her question the authenticity of your love like I did because she might not believe in true love anymore. Remember when you touched me from neck down while using your words to defeat me from neck up? Don't separate these two parts in her, the pieces might never come back together again. May she not face that time when blood is frozen on her neck and yet celebrated, given the name" love bite" I couldn't understand the logic on that yet I survived but she might bleed to death from it. Don't make her feel like a super woman for walking hands locked with you on a rainy night, don't allow her to be so vulnerable that you end up paying attention to her imperfections. May she not stretch her wings for you only to get treatment rejected by slaves, May she not sacrifice herself by putting her crown on the table for dinner when you fail to man up and respect her. May she be smart enough to protect the Goddess in her because she might not survive your storms like I did. May she not cross the path of being the woman you cheat on with a woman like her, I survived it because I understood my position and the powervof my dignity, she might confuse the two and fight for you like I never did. May she not cross the path she made me cross and May she not cross the path she is heading to with you.

It was too deep

Inspired by: Bruno Mars- Gorilla

Into my mind i let you in, into my my heart you pressed in,into my young innocent soul you penetrated. you got in so deep u made me scream you name to a deaf universe,you got in so deep my words were shuttered and all i cold do was scream,you got in so deep and by the time you entered my life, you were done with me.
you stripped me off my identity and all i wanted to be identified as was ; yours,you penetrated in my life so deep you got me cumin,cumin and coming,begging for more,you got me crawling after the tiny bits of your pretentious love.
 you got me on my knees blowing off my pride and dignity because you entered too deep. You had me thinking that running after your attention,starving for the words"i love you"while dying of dehydration because all i was starving for was your affection,my love.
you took a small glimpse at my blood crying eyes and you decided to make me feel like it was all worth it, you made me think running after a Man who wont love me is worth it,you made me think that an orgasm was worth a gradually breaking heart,wondering on a deserted island yet holding the pride of the tinny bits of pretentious  love received from you.
you got me running after my friends trying to show them that he loves me,why cant you understand,they looked at me like a wounded mind with a dying soul and broken confidence.you got in so deep i failed to recognize the stains you had and i allowed you to put me so close i couldn't see them no more.
you got in so deep coz i allowed you,you got in and you stretched your freedom while tearing my heart because it couldn't maintain the capacity. i allowed you to toy with my emotions while sprinkling your love only to make me come running for more. you got in so deep you made me realize that it is not love when your mind,heart and spirit are not in harmony

I was told hence i became

inspired by: Jessie j- be true to who you are

I lack confidence, I lack  confidence because I was told I couldn't fly, I lack confidence because  I was told that the only place I will find confidence and be heard was in my own silence.

I lack confidence because the people I confided in, told me I couldn't do it.
They told me I was too much of everything, too loud, too quite, too ambitious, too ugly.
I was told that ;you  have big thighs, big bum, big eyes, a big nose but I was never told I had big dreams.

I wasn't told that my wings were strong enough to help me fly. I lack confidence because I allowed myself to lack confidence, I allowed myself to respond to the voices whispered in my big ears, I allowed myself to take time and listen,

I allowed myself to use my slowly wounded mind to analyse what was said to me.
I lacked confidence because my mind allowed the words to sink deep till I lost the tiny bits of the woman in me.

I will gain confidence coz I allow myself to swore, to thrive, to shut down the heart stabbing words pointed at me, I will gain confidence because I understand that  my identity is not driven by human perception, I will gain confidence because my mind allows me to filter the Brocken words from souls torn apart, destructed by the confusion of the universe in the fast lane. It is trough understanding my identity, my character, my personality and my voice. I gained confidence.

The dead street

Inspired by Leona Lewis;Better in time

Long nights, Heart caged, soul wounded, mind bruised, eyes racing along the tiny bits of marks attached to the wall. 

Body failing you with hands feeling helpless as you wonder ; when will the crying end. when will the walls of disappointment come crashing down, setting my caged heart free.

you travelled on the road lead travelled, now you are solemnly  crawling around on a dead street, looking for help and peace.  It was on that dead street where the tiny pieces of your broken heart fell. It was on that dead street where your wounded soul bled. It was on that dead street where you lost your mind and shuttered your hopes.  The road less travelled felt like a new experience yet all it did was finish the tiny bits of pieces your body could contain.

Now you are clouded with regret,wishing that someone had told you not to walk on that dead street, you wish someone warned you not to walk on that street which did not only tear you down but ripped your soul apart.  you wish someone told you that you will break your own heart in the end. You wish someone would've reached out to your slowly going deaf ears and told you to stop.  The dead street tore you apart and changed the way you see and define love,and most importantly... it changed the way you see you. 

The dead street couldn't care to caress your bleeding feet which were paddling on the surface while leaving prints of broken dreams.  You ended up being comfortable walking on the street and you felt that it was okay to try and find peace on a dead street.  The dead street gave you a heart felt treasure, that treasure was a naked lesson, the lesson was that you cannot find  life and vibe on a dead street

The wait

Inspired by: Zahara-Loliwe

For so long you have been waiting,for so long you have been anticipating ,gazing, trying to find your train,for so long you have been sweating with your skin blistering from sunrise and your busted body saying' I can't'...on that sunny day with no complaint but your heart busting in endless elation.

 for so long you felt your patience being tested with your soul pondering against the odds of human nature as you wait, not just stand but wait.

Waiting for the train that will not only wipe your tears but dry them,the train that will help you discover your anthem.

For so long you have been hearing the wind,hearing the exquisite voices of the birds,for so long you have been hearing not listening because if you listen... you can hear u loliwe your train,your train of infinite delight,the train that will heal your wounds and tear down your walls of delusion.

Wipe those tears treasured one because the wait is over. For so long you were told that your domicile is the only place to find peace and now u can't wait for the train that will make you whole as you go home.

Child your train is coming,open your ears,not to hear but listen,open your heart,not to feel but perceive and finally...open your eyes so you cannot only look but see u loliwe your train

A poem for Mama

 

Inspired by: Nathi- Buyelekhaya

It is trough your wings that I learnt to fly,it is trough your courage that I learnt to confront fear,it is trough your song that I learnt to sing. Mama ,it was trough your tears that  I learnt the power of a helping hand.

It is those nights of watching you soak up the pillow that I learnt love and life. It is the weak mornings you work up and went to work that taught me the power of sacrifice. It is those "it's going to be alrights" which taught me the power of a spoken word.

Trough your courage you protected what was yours,it is your prayers on  a hungry stomach which shaped my dreams . Looking at your tears from a young age ,my heart whispered"I will wipe them" little did I know that God will dry them. Your courage,strength and selflessness taught me to soar,thrive and roar .

 Your love for me penetrated so deep it built a soul of warmth and mostly ,it is your pain which built the daring and strong woman in me. Your ability to hold an umbrella and face the storm made me oblivious to the weather.

It is trough you that I learnt to be a woman ,not just a woman but it taught me the true state of womanhood ,the state of vulnerability yet purpose driven,the state of fear yet denial to giving up,the state of persistence,courage,God fearing,loving and focused.

It is when you opened your soul that I became the true reflection of you.  It is trough your lessons that I learnt and it is trough your love that I flourished. Mama you are Loved!

Remember the days

Inspired by;John Legend-Bridge over troubled Water

There are days where your mind heard your soul cry, not just cry tears of helping the heart sooth, but tears of reaching out,for help not only just being heard.
the heart bleeds in search of the words"you are not alone".
there are nights where your eyes reflected the colour of your blood and your body reflecting the lonely nights which had your soul torn apart is search of the words "you are not alone"
Remember the days where fear caged you to an extent where you swallowed your words.
remember the days you had a "bitter or sweet" thrist to be listened to,not just heard but listened to.
the days where you reached out for someone who will take you out of this world you have created, a world which  is drowning your dreams away and comforting you with pain.
remember the times your silence was so loud, you could hear you own missery telling you; you cant,you wont,you should not and it wont end.
It is those days where you burried your dreams ,it is those days where the only thing you wanted to percieve was your own pain.
it is those days where you said RIP to being human,to feeling, to having a heart and emotions.
it is those days you waited for an angel that woulding come,it is those days where you shed a tear in a river bank, hoping to recognise it in the midst of harshly  flowing water.
it is that day where you shouted so hard ur throat began to dry out and were not heard,it is those days where you surrenderd to pain and broke your wings.
it is those days where you became an enemy to your own being and cut your own wings,preventing you from flaurishing. it is those days where you cut your wings, those days are the reason you cannot build bridges which will soother your heart,tear down your dead mind and reboot your soul.
Those days are the reason you cannot fly today.