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
A sickness of conformity
Ndinesigulo. Hayi ayisose ngqondo Kodwa into nantsi ihlaba entliziyweni. Ithi mandiye kwantliziyo ndise, nyawo ndikhaphe.
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
It is a gift A gift that can elevate yet without it you seperate Mna ndiphiwe isipho Sisipho sam
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
See the stars at night Available yet so far Raise me Streams of tears running down my throat
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