Jacques Sprenkie Mateya

Rookie - 72 Points (September / Dennilton)

Jacques Sprenkie Mateya Poems

1. I Am Imprefect Individual 8/14/2011
2. Because Of Because 8/14/2011
3. African Daughter I 8/15/2011
4. Cry My Beloved South Africa 8/18/2011
5. Matters Of Love 8/23/2011
6. I Left Without Saying Bye 8/27/2011
7. Home Even When I Am Away From Home. 9/5/2011
8. Who's Black? 9/5/2011
9. Rise Up, Wise Up And Shine 9/5/2011
10. A Spirit Of Poetry! 9/5/2011
11. So Small 9/5/2011
12. What Every Man Must Know! 9/7/2011
13. A Poem For Her 9/11/2011
14. Hello September! 9/14/2011
15. Death Our Enemy For Daniel Mokwana! ! ! 10/8/2011
16. For My Prospective Wife. 10/13/2011
17. It's A Strange Familiar And Unfamiliar Strange 3/15/2012
18. Weakness In Me! 3/21/2012
19. Poetic, Problematic And Basic 3/22/2012
20. His Will! ! ! 3/24/2012
21. To His Glory! 3/27/2012
22. Who Is This? 3/27/2012
23. He Is A Devil! Yes, He Is One 3/30/2012
24. It's A Brand New Day 4/1/2012
25. You Bewitched The World 4/1/2012
26. Dear Lucky Makitla 4/1/2012
27. I Am Elandsdoorn Theater! 4/1/2012
28. Candles Light: This Is The Time 4/2/2012
29. I Was Only 27 On 27th 4/2/2012
30. Assassin Of Love 4/2/2012
31. What? … Indeed 4/1/2012
32. My Shoes 4/2/2012
33. For Vusi Masilela: With Nicholas Jiyane 4/2/2012
34. Where Ever You Are, Xholile Or Xholisile 4/2/2012
35. Law Raid! 4/7/2012
36. Ijooo! You Ate Lots Of Food 4/7/2012
37. Ntoane! For Uncle Mongane Serote 4/8/2012
38. The Rise And Fall Of Anc 4/4/2012
39. African Doughter Ii 6/7/2012
40. Patient Of Patience 6/13/2012
Best Poem of Jacques Sprenkie Mateya

Painful Road

It took a pain to travel
A road so long
Had to travel it
I am face with connivers! Death?

You should avoid such road
And be moderate with his life

When such conquers
One is rich with wishes
That eye tooth can bite the pain
And ease it

Uncomfortable presence
I love nothing more that everything
I am creeping in the body
Like thief in the night

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Replicator!

I am HIV the retrovirus
I am HIV the replicator
When I was born,
I was given a mission to replicate, then I replicate
I have my own ways of transmission
I like open wounds and blood to blood contact
I love sores and unsafe sex
When you help someone use cloves.

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