Tshepo Malekutu

What a woman's pride!
The dress, it brings fresh shower for the thirsting eyes,
It is full of light and strange passion,
As I look I suddenly laugh to my surprise,
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I have been walking around through the shadows.
The shadows that linger on the soul.
You are lonely and the world is cold.
My life is a tiny coffin between corridor,
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People are rude and sometimes kind-
Clothes are expensive and we are not making much-
Social life is buried by media and we watch many pictures-
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What a great shame!

What a disgraced nation we are!
We have pedophile in our National Key Points bludgeoning women,
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You take life way too grave my friend.
Life doesn't know you. It doesn't exist.
You have only the time and uncertainties of tomorrow.
You painted a picture of the following day.
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Friends and family are gone and the corner is dark,
I hustle hard but I live on string and I hate the skinny life,
life is a hassle and I hustle to bounce back,
I am locked in a cage and the key is God,
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We live in a realm of misery, suffering, and indentation.
We are very remote as mortal beings and we are so dismissed by characters.
We are yearning for human relations and compassion.
We are trying nothing but to belong in a nation of devotion.
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The world is stoned and silenced by a dim cloud,
it is sinking in the riverbanks of shadows,
and hope is buried and encrypted far away from us.
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Oh, My Fair Minion-
With the soft vicissitudes of pleasure and repose-
You woo delight and Gratified me with the architecture-
Of jovial mood, my mood is at beyond apogee-
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Man shall not vitiate women.
Man shall not despoil or plunder women.
Man is tyrant of lust, a misfortune by nature.
Best man cannot defend their fate.
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I was at church with flibbertigibbet spirit-
I was seated around believers but marred and death in soul-
Feeling like a stranger with my old deeds noising within me-
People were boosting and praising but I was tied and cold in spirit-
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I am not easily swoon by your exact beauty.
Your dub is stationed to my hearts.
Letters you wrote are carved into my chest.
We shared more than shelter and bread in our times,
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Softly, in the morning the hunger is singing to me
Our neighbor folded the flag of charm and joy
as a family My heart was folded and shaken in tears; and horror
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Life is a knife, I am stabbed! I am stabbed!
I am deeply in and out stabbed by people,
And my bleeding heart is next to candles,
I might as well, live with animals, to mark all rules,
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I convivial myself to death-
One cup of coffee to awake my life-
To me, bloody kitchen mornings; seem so far-
Without it, morning is a bloody savage-
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You standing at the corner,
and you are voiceless to cream for help,
ended in solitude in the darkness,
darkness of your dungeon decisions,
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…What a noble lady!
Winnie Madikizela-Mandela, her days are done.

The Duchess of African history-
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…What an abandoned brave bequest! ! !
The oozing mighty cry of Soweto uprising-
The 1976'sof Mbuyisa Makhubouproar courage -
The June 16 of Antoinette Sithole stand as ferments -
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In between her legs, my soul rise up
I feel the breeze of honor in my body
My eyes leave my body behind
Oh my God the passion that awakes in me
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My dearest aspiring princess
There is finesse in you that Humble my guilty eyes
Your mid-queen roman face close my eyes
You are a bed of roses in my life
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