Jacques Sprenkie Mateya

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Jacques Sprenkie Mateya Poems

1. Painful Road 6/24/2012
2. South African Government Has A Blood In Its Hands 9/2/2012
3. Death Of Death 8/9/2012
4. A Sour Day 4/1/2012
5. Death Comes To Wedding 7/8/2012
6. A Big Tree In Ntoane! 8/9/2012
7. A Colonized Mind Of Africa 6/13/2012
8. I Remember Dios Moagi 6/4/2012
9. Women Ii 6/25/2012
10. For You 6/24/2012
11. Don'T Die This Winter 4/2/2012
12. Nkosi-Johnson! Young Hero Has Fallen 8/14/2011
13. Women I 6/20/2012
14. Death! Our Companion! 8/8/2012
15. My Culture, My Pride! 9/5/2011
16. Now That August Is Gone 8/31/2011
17. University Of Limpopo 3/27/2012
18. My Wish For You! 6/13/2012
19. Women Iv. A Prise Poem For Women 9/5/2011
20. A Woman And The Dog! 4/9/2012
21. A Poem For Mr And Mrs... 4/1/2012
22. Teachers 9/7/2011
23. Whim Ambiguity; A Poem For Ntsiki 3/15/2012
24. A Death Certificate With My Name On It 8/15/2011
25. Replicator! 8/18/2011
26. 2 Prince, Another One I Wrote 4/2/2012
27. Can I Be A Politician Too? 4/4/2012
28. Women Iii: Emancipate Yourselves 8/5/2012
29. Why I Sought To Do It At This Point: Ntwane 8/11/2012
30. Who Is Zeph Mothopeng? 8/11/2012
31. Snow Wedding In Jo'Burg 8/11/2012
32. Our Golden Girl Casper Semenya 8/14/2012
33. A Teacher Who Thought Me Died And Then I Wrote 8/14/2011
34. My Neighbor! ! ! 4/1/2012
35. City Of Pretoria 6/20/2012
36. Anger 4/1/2012
37. A Great Ruler: King Sekhukhune 3/22/2012
38. Lack Of Respect 6/20/2012
39. My Ancestors 6/20/2012
40. A Day I Awaits 3/30/2012
Best Poem of Jacques Sprenkie Mateya

Painful Road

It took a pain to travel
A road so long
Had to travel it
I am face with connivers! Death?

You should avoid such road
And be moderate with his life

When such conquers
One is rich with wishes
That eye tooth can bite the pain
And ease it

Uncomfortable presence
I love nothing more that everything
I am creeping in the body
Like thief in the night

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Replicator!

I am HIV the retrovirus
I am HIV the replicator
When I was born,
I was given a mission to replicate, then I replicate
I have my own ways of transmission
I like open wounds and blood to blood contact
I love sores and unsafe sex
When you help someone use cloves.

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