Angela Bontle Ditumiso Poems

I guess it's losing all my words
All my thoughts
Crumbled up or neatly written
Lost to someone else
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I'm 24 revolutions
Around the sun
A lifetime growing
Under my mum's shelter
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Every drop like an icicle
Falling on my nakedness
Stabbing soft skin
I'm left with scars
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You're in some kind of prayer
Except you're praying to no God
But a human
Idol, you love him
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Please don't touch me
I don't desire for you to die young
I know I look like an ordinary being
But under my skin I'm molten rock
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Call me a fool
But I've mourned her into a decade
I'm told every strong emotion
Should in time expire
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1. I have always hated dying things
So I wrote you
Bouquets of flowers instead
Sorry I gave you none of them
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I think
If Love be imposed
We all be slaves
No voice to say no
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Maybe loving from an empty vessel
Is what leaves us mangled
When the lover leaves
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I think part of being a poet
Is constantly pulling your heartstrings
Talking out loud
And yet poking your soul
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