Biography of Sinomhlobo Marwanqa
Vessel Of The Spoken Word
Sinomhlobo Marwanqa's Works:
Sinomhlobo Marwanqa Poems
In a trance I heard The words of my beloved mother ''Sinomhlobo, he's dead'' I held them long enough
Hands that will never meet Lips that will never hold the moment My mind cant reason Yet my heart bears the torment
The energy I do not have to fight this Its like a black hole reeking my sense of pride Its feels like with it I'll never have peace For the past few days its been taking me for a ride
I tried so hard to not pay attention Yet this that I feel sends a convulsion Things that you once felt; call it a repulsion Things that once hurt; not my definition
Burdens of a black woman
I carry this anger inside of me Tentatively asking myself why With wet eyes, the future I foresee In my case it would be homicide if I die
I'm yet to heal Pinch myself to know it's real Maybe I'm just under this peel All was done with utter skill
A crack on solid ground
Dear I hope you feel the same way Because I still do everyday Four full orbits after May
Message in a bottle (healing of a troubl...
The beat of a drum Brings nothing but joy A smile of a child in the sun Playing with his toy
Beast Of Affection
The gulp of fear down my throat The grasp of spikes in my hand I'm a sinking ship with no means to keep this boat afloat Obliged to sensibly save one was nothing grand
I Never Knew Her (They Say)
The say she was a real womaThe say she was a real woman With big brown eyes With a smile that belittled the staWith a smile that belittled the stars With a full round face like mine
To begin my journey of years to come fell a solitary teardrop What my head screams to excrete Is what my heart wails to keep With a teardrop at the end of the day
A sickness of conformity
Ndinesigulo. Hayi ayisose ngqondo Kodwa into nantsi ihlaba entliziyweni. Ithi mandiye kwantliziyo ndise, nyawo ndikhaphe.
See the stars at night Available yet so far Raise me Streams of tears running down my throat
Broken For The Last Time
Was I the cause of my fall. Did I let him ruin me Like a mirror that fell I was down on the floor with nothing but pieces of myself only too sore. Quickly I mend myself trying to not show any signs.
A sickness of conformity
Ndinesigulo. Hayi ayisose ngqondo
Kodwa into nantsi ihlaba entliziyweni.
Ithi mandiye kwantliziyo ndise, nyawo ndikhaphe.
A sickness that is a mystery to doctors
My own sickness that distinguishes me from the rest
A heart that seeks more that the eye sees
A sting in the heart that seeks adventure in a world of suits