they have seen it all........

They the resilient themselves should be celebrated,

                                      ululated,

                                  commemorated,

                                   compensated,

                                        venerated,

                                   commended,

     because they are the sons and daughters of man.

 They the enduring themselves should be 

                         exonerated,

                         emancipated,

                          vindicated,

                           liberated,

                           educated,

because they from birth have been in bondage of hostility.

                          Their gross fear and grotesque foe itself should be eliminated,

                                                               eradicated,

                                                             exterminated,

                                                              obliterated,

                                                              devastated,

                                                              decimated,

                      because they have fought terror and mankind for time indefinite.

                           Their unwavering perseverance itself should be sanctified,

                                                              magnified,

                                                              dignified,

                                                               fortified,

                                                               signified,

                         because they have truly stood the test of time and adversity.

                          They themselves in life's experiences have been horrified,

                                                             mystified,

                                                             terrified,

                                                            stupefied,

                                                            crucified,

                                                            petrified.

                 They the street urchins and vagabonds that idle the street and mall,

                 they should be praised because they have seen it all...

BY Alex Nyasha Dube   ( Zimbabwe)

My Story.......

I'm not afraid to say nearly got raped!
Yes I nearly got raped!
I nearly tasted foreign lands
Forcefully you tell me you're a man
Explaining through that I should understand
Why you Blame me for my short skirts and heels
I still feel his voice in my ear
Convincing me how good it feels
And I can feel the fight in me
Like a spark to a match you don't see
The silent tears I cried relentlessly
In those pillow cases that's left me empty
He touched my most sacred entity
And my throat blocks off the breath in me!
I can't believe he had me pinned
Making me believe its my fault he caused this sin
No charts or diagrams to prove his point
A hand over my mouth to silent my voice
Like a caged animal you leave me no choice
Between fight or flight
My glasses shatter as I lose my sight
And your sheetless mattress haunt my imaginings
Closing my eyes trying to block out what's happening
By planning my escape
As your hand unclips my bra sealing your fate
Strength I never knew I had over comes me
Before you can utter how much you love my body
Which you desecrate by forcing your way
Underestimating what your god made me today
First my fists punch into your chest
And raggedly you chant, you love the fight best
My eager teeth sink into your brown skin
My nails digging deeper in
And for a moment you lost focus and I was free
That's when the blows fell on you endlessly
Aiming tiny handfuls of rage
Rewriting the story on a different page
My head hits the floor as you kick me
And I struggling to survive crawl fast enough to break free
This isn't the end of my story
Comes dawn I'll be armed better don't worry
I'll tell the world what you try to do to me
So I never hear of girls who were worse off then me
I'm a woman and I won't apologize
For the shape of my thighs
Nor will this make me dress conservatively
I won't put blame on my soul that doesn't belong to me!
My breasts will remain full for your eyes
To fill with hope, mine with regret
I won't change who I am for this
Or try take short moments to forget
As a black woman I'm strong enough not to hate you
I'll let prison and god be the punishment
For the shit you put me through
And don't mistaken my tears for weakness
Or my dislike for lust
Its men like you woman never trust
And though you've shoved your drunk fingers deep with in me
Relive that moment cherish it freely
Those moments I spent in agony
Have won you a ticket to your reckoning
Yes I nearly got raped Yet I survived
I can't see this as luck
When its no way to be alive
I don't need your sympathy
And maybe stubbornly
To some extent I do blame me
But you won't snuff the light
 And so long as there's breath in me I'll fight!


By Kayce Shingwenyana  ( South Africa )

My Addiction...

My heart pours of happiness
As I lay beneath those cold blankets
Her thoughts gave warmth, her dark skin against mine, her lips wrapped around mine what a perfect picture.

Her love is all I think of, with passion I've hated I've loved. I've been high I've dam addicted she's my one and only drug. Dreams came to reality my heart never felt such a beat.

I've never felt so wet, love making never felt so pure so pleasant so enjoyable she is my realistic. whom my kitty longs and craves to grind and pump on, my hands itch the feel of her skin her shape her womanhood .siphiwe another chance.

By Nonkululeko Blackchic Ximba (South Africa)

DIRGES & CHANTS.......

#Dedicated to all those I love, but have since passed on from this Earth...

The Dirges:

Weary days

Blurry eyes

Teary times

Heavy lace

I do a death dance

In my death mask I prance

On dead dreams and revolutions

Diadems and revolving dirges



Death glances over my shoulder

Boulders crash the running moss

No time to gather the lost

No clock to ring and chime

Water and wine

Blood and bone

Time now stands quiet and still

Sands of time,

Now dance to the coroner's will



The Chants:

Topsies and turvies!

Mortuaries and cold rooms!

Corpses and songs!

Unpaid,

Unfinished movies!

Life decisions!

Gravevines of mere confusion!

Intertwine death!

Intertwine life!

Death to the Dirge!

Death to the Dirge!



The Dirges:

But then they all leave me

All freeze me

Under the dry rain

Under the rainy desert

I remain weeping

Under the falling carpet,

I now remain alone...





By  Mbonisi P. Ncube ( Zimbabwe )




http://www.facebook.com/notes/mbonisi-pilani-mazilankatha-ncube/dirges-chants/10151742597595184

Through My Face.....

in My face your eyes;
Shinning towards the sky all the time
My Glaring is a novel with thousands of chapters.
My hair is a forest of thoughts.
My eyes are decades of worry.
My lips are an open door.
My ears receive the howls of the wind.
My nose is a statue looking for lost spirit.
My body is too weak as Hercules was not,
My heart is arrested there searching for freedom.
My back is affected by the past as an ancient wall.
My hands are wings of bird have just escaped from a trap.
My feet are quickly driving me towards the future.
To nowhere I’m running without fixed level.
With this appearance could you understand me?

***

My face on the mirror;
I see a tidy man with sleepy sword.
Have a gaze at; it is so bright and deep.
Can you realize it?
What really goes on with this reflection?
Do not get disturbed;
Just give me that white pen.
I will write about your beauty.
I would show you some reality about this mood.
How mysterious am I?
Do not take me with you in this heat time,
Do not push me inside your dreams.
You will see such dusk.
Due to the night is so dark.
And I’m just a night bird.

***

My face on the stream;
Wet and dry, it is alternative all the time.
Do you like this race?
All this vitality…
Would travel away carelessly,
It is searching for oblivion.
Who has the key to save?
It is the destiny from the beginning and forever.
Not imagination but messy.
It causes some horror inside the core.
What is beyond the mountains?
The needles in the smooth path are confusing the soul.
But the soul is still running wild under lovely trees.
Trees are inside scary jungle.
Still there is a way in the land.
Though as for that events,
It is not systematized.
Hence, it causes the rebel.

By M’hamed Kanour Marrakesh   (Morocco)

Blood, Tears and Pain.......

When you lie on life's back
And suddenly it dances back and forth swiftly
Dancing a terrible dance
Like trees as tornadoes sweep through them mercilessly

When life tosses you into a bottomless
Pit of hopelessness and severe darkness
As pain breathes fire into your scars,
Untouchable scars hurt the most

When life gives you no break like a victim of gang-rape
Who society blames for wearing her mini-skirt

When life squeezes you under its thorny feet just when recovery from a previous punch was an inch away

When life takes you through electric-chair execution for doing right interpreted otherwise before its jealous eyes

Remind yourself, you're not alone
Remind yourself, this too shall come to pass

Wipe your tears!

 By Sechaba 'Lyrical Bacteria'  Keketsi 2012 ( Lesotho )






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When your lips met mine...

As the sun closed it's own eyes..
Star's dragg'd their own feet.. To shine bright..

 Caught up in that moment.. Of no description..
 Elements of perfection..
 Like she just set fire to the rain..
As her lips wrapp'd around mine.. Wound's heal'd no pain..

When my lips met yours..

Like a lightning struck earth.. So hard not to notice..
Communication through lips.. What we produce..

When your lips met mine..

 Felt like home.. As it's where I belong..
 Soft.. Juicy .. Glossy ..pinkish lips.. As I recall..
 Lost in that moment.. Where I see only you..
 As I wish our conversation was a kiss..

when my lips met yours..

so much to tell..
yet with no words spoken..
thou.. it's a clear conversation..
I knw you get my point..
 as i can not stop now.. 'm proceeding through..

When your lips met mine..

They shift'd clouds..
 Something you have never seen..
When heaven & earth collide..
We formed US..
 As we rearranged the alphabets..
 We placed U & I closer together..

When my lips met yours..

"imagine"
Blue lights in the basement..
 I should have kiSs'd you..
PLAYING..
 In the background..

When your's met mine..

Was like we slept under the stars..
As I watch'd tha sunRISE..
in your own eyes..

 That moment.. When that evening..
Closed it's own eyes..
Stars dragg'd their own feet..
To shine bright..

When your lips met mine..

By Sandile 'Le_POET ' Hokwana   ( South Africa )