Janine Louw Poems

Little girl sitting in a big man's world
big men
sick men
filthy men
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A teardrop fell into my glass of wine
as I tried to define
who I am and where I belong.
Long journey up ahead and left behind.
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Innocence Lost
at what a cost
never the same
then came the blame.
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Beauty is spoken
through every token
of love displayed
foundations are laid
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Te bang om nee te se
begrawe onder redes wat geen stene vir my eie pad le
Te bang om op te staan
my denke wat my redes gee, te besaai met vrese dat hulle te hard gaan slaan
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Sometimes to the valley
we go down and we lay
there for learning and for growing
like a tree that never stops
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Brave little girl
in pain you had to curl
just like a mother bringing a child to this world
crouched down in pain
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Born to fear
taught to fear
a people patented in fear
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I want to know myself
be myself
love me for who I am
I want to see myself
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Jy sien jouself soos 'n blinde wat sy oe weer vind
deur mis betrag jy die skadus anderkant die kind
jy smag om vry te swewe hoog bo die wind
hou vas aan hoop my liefling-liefste skadu kind.
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