William Ndoyisile Somenze

You`ve rised before my blinded eyes, blinded eyes with tears i`ve cried, tears that have been trickling down my face for long, i thought you`d be better, you`d be the napkin to wipe away tears i`ve shed with past years, thought you`d make me glitter, but in vain, you`ve made everything i did worse, made me feel so wrong, like i am living from the back of a hearse, you were a ruinious year,
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Being black hurts,
We try hard to travel in carts,
Whereas we live in shacks,
We compete amongst ourselves,
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I don't expect people to like my illness,
Cause its spontaneous,
Its perilous because it depicts how unique I am,
Yeah I know; lack of wellness,
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touch...

touch my heart so full of glass,
dont do it much for it may break,
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The world we live in,
its an abyss where lives and dreams are thrown,
where Mothers throw aside their long dresses and get on skirts to tempt young Men,
leaving their husbands in soleness.
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My heart wails, Like A caged bird singing a sadness song,
so sole that it even dances to its own heart beat, moulding potrait of words to endeavor & shudder the loneliness inside its heart like a drum, but it invain,
all it can feel pacing up through its veins its a vast vacantness altering to be some nameless pain.
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i told her how i feel,
i pronounced the feelings inside me,
like a flower at spring,
blossoming-articulating its inner beauti,
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i am a broken part that has lost its constituent,
i am a part broken,
its pieces stolen..
a part with emotions swollen.
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Cease praying, cease praying for me, i hate seeing you hurting, hurting to have back the son i used to be, one filled with smiles, happiness and liberty.
i`l be fine, you see pain has lost me, it has set a construction company within me to build a boulder, a vicinity around my heart to be vicious, it has darkened my vivid mind and thoughts,
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Of all things i`ve said to you,
my heart is not pounding in happiness,
but twisting and turning in pain...
Is this what you wished me to go through?
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I am twenty one & this age should be my democracy, my freedom choice, to listen to none, but my own voice.it`s a turning point of my life, & with the life in point-resonsibility should be my wife, my law, my constitute of rules.
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I feel so naked
tongue disrobes its sheath,
thoughts turn from being in a silent mode,
to speaking loud in empty pages,
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broken hearted lad, in search of a path to tread on,
as life left him discarded,
seeing the unregarded.
his veins compressed with cold blood,
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dear beautiful girl
you have kissed the iris of my eye,
leaving my tongue to commit a crime,
raping my throat when trying to articulate,
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i want to write you a letter
with alphabets and words that
articulates the heart's matter
from my thoughts
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May the 5th
a mark on the calender
reminding me of your birth,
when your period of birth and death
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barnes in the toilsome world,
transporting the unknown
ascentral traits,
with a phrase vacillating,
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her life bitten the dust,
if you ask me how i would say;

a pestiferious noxious poison penetrated her skin deep,
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i was twenty one when my heart tripped in its enormous beat cause of your alluring sight,
when i began to thrive and the scent of your skin that enabled my nostrils to sniff the aroma of love and opened up my eyes,

when shackles that fixed me to a childhood stage were broken by the dabbled emotions that spattered at your exquisite portrayal,
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she crippled my heart when her sight broke through my eyes right into my chest and ripped its bones apart,

like a boulder averted to float in the sky, it leaped like droplets of rain from the hemisphere of loneliness and solitude and came down toppling like football scrum,
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