Adorn Keketso Poems

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1.
What Do You Say

What do you say
to your sister
who just got raped
Do you hug her
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2.
The Tongue Of Blue

the tongue of blue flame
burning ink into word of consciousness
leaving ashes and fossils of sentences in my page
printing my soul down the white diary of life
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3.
A Silent Poem

A poem
that doesn't
speak is
but an insult
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4.
12.06.2009

It peeled her skin
entered the pores
defiled her blood
oppressed her soul
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5.
Dear Prof

(your despute over what poetry is)

I call this poetry
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6.
Dear Life

DEAR LIFE:

We find -
We lose
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7.
African Voice

[they] call me
the dark skinned
spiral hair beauty
a polished gleaming
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8.
A Black Bird

When the power of Love overcomes the Love of power the world will know peace.
- Jimi Hendrix
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9.
Art Or Fart

TRADING FART FOR ART NOT SMART

I've always rebelled that art can't be a candle with blurred distorted illumination; but rather art should be independent from all forms of corrupt activities and influence from other sources of power. Art should be a light of grandeur on top of a societal table to bestow wisdom, knowledge and intelligence on the human species. I am aware that there exist a strong religious, semiotic and linguistic dichotomy between what is being referred to by knowledge, intelligence and wisdom, perhaps that can remain a debate for lexicographers, linguistics and philosophers for they are the cardinal sinners guilty of ‘connotation, meaning and denotation'.
Art should challenge social norms while at the same time portraying the world as changeable and help in changing it; its purpose should be to discredit authority as the truth and credit truth as the real fundamental basis where authority ought to be built. The actual quandary faced by art and artists is to create the real in the ideal. So in the best artistic space there exists no conflict between the real and the ideal, between the thought and the dream. For the ideal is nothing but the manifestation of logic and solid reason.
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10.
Nokuthula Nene

I was the sight of the soul that lived in a prison
Darkened by illusions of the world thought I could kiss the moon
Noon passed and days needed pills to cure my sanity
All I could see and smell was the scent of darkness
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