swabi mnisi

The land of my forefathers
Victim of imperialism, colonialism
Wars and all social ills alike
Perpetuated by western forces
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There they are
Roped in black gowns and beeps
Worshiping, honouring and praying
To a judge they bow
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Before 1652, you had human, your children by descend
Until settlers by origin chained and killed them
Leaving you helpless to satisfy their lust
With the wealth between your legs
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She is the breeze in the morning
The sun rays at dawn
The sun warmth at day
And the starlight at night
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Freedom never comes
To those basking in the sun
Nor to those in the fields
Playing, but for fun
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One by one
We all go
To the cemetery
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You, with big butt and small waist
Those goodies wrapped in unequalled curves
Fat lips that produce a mouth watering kiss
With that black face and woolly hair
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You hooked my eyes
And intoxicated my mind
Dried my lips off words
Like a caged bird
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I long for that kiss
The one that cramps feet
And explode emotions
To the resounding lips
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My love for you precedes;
The now wrinkling hands that where once smooth,
The cocky voice that was once sooth,
The flaccid breast that where once firm,
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When you flash that blush
I realize that that voice comes from no bush
Instead a testimony of a rising sun
From the uniquely shape mountains
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In this dark cloud
I called out loud
Where are you, Papa?
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Goodbye is the hardest word to utter
With you, I’ve learned to live
Like a fallen milk tooth from a bleeding gum
I realised your stay was temporary
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I am dead in my own skin
lost in my own dreams
blurred by my own deeds
I am lost in the mist
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Painted with greed
Masked with hypocrisy
And her heart is frozen
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We invest in re-cycling
yet, fail to recycle hate for luv,
can't even undo our evil deeds
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Seeking comfort in place of discomfort
Shebeens became mine
Tragedy in the open to shine
Pain, I thought I eased
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Look not for me
In the kitchen
There isn’t no food for me
Unless in an apron
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Life for me hasn’t been easy
Expectation too high, resources too low
Arrived at school always dizzy
That hard, I had to grow
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