Matlapa Maphologela Poems

I went with the sentence and got myself in a paragraph, with semi-column and full-stop, I was on my way to tell a story.

Metaphor, character and sound of my voice mixed with emotions they speak my heart out loud.
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The journey started early in those tender age, we had no choice but yet chosen.

As gift to those who were lucky, we played, learnt and grown.
They came a time were we begin to navigate through life and understanding what is wrong or right.
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I have been to love and saw pain, feeling from within was bitter only to the things i did not know but feared.

Tell me about romance I know that moment, it cost me alot from finance to sacrifice.
She told me 'I love u' with a soft voice I believe and took a sit to those words, eish! it was a lie I believed she told me that.
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I know her from school, she was driven by friends and pride.
They told her if she sell her body, she will never be broke again. Her beauty and booty fit the shelf, men went crazy to their wallets and banks all in the name of pleasure.

She became a different girl far from a lady, age visited, she is broken and well broke. Looking back no bank knows her name. Expensive clothes, gorgeous jewelry & high priced hills no longer fit her old skin.
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Went through the morning of day, it lead to an afternoon and always knew I have a date with night.
I lived it.
It was partly cloudy with abit of lite rain, later felt the heat of sunlight and became part of the weather.
I felt it.
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We are people, all humanbeings.
Personal and emotional we all get,
Race to be among the rest, not far from our own.
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I met her , she hugged me offline. It was like love at first side, feels developed faster. we kissed and started visiting each other, the bond grow bigger. It was meant to last.

Days became longer without her presence and shorter when I was with her. The relation went far with full of lies, little truth told it was a rough few years.
Like was in all the celebrations we had, pictures we took for remembrance deleted and burned.
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It felt like that song, that touches my heart, soul, mind and body; I knew I can turn up the volume and listen to it catching the beat of my heart. Flowing with the stream of my blood, from top of my head to the tips of my toes.

As I press repeat to begin the thousand miles journey to love, care, beauty and fearless land; with only two feet, fire in my soul, hope in my eyes, strength on my body. Knowing I have 1000 miles to go before finish line, I started enjoying the journey.
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I took few rands in my pocket and bought a 660ml of castle lite not only to remember the class of Charles Glass but to enjoy the moment.

In a process of emptying a bottle of creativity, I got 4% of alcohol in to my stomach to digest yet got myself in meeting with me, It was just for a little while before I level up a bottom of bottle with my forehead.
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My mother mothered me,
She mothered me with all the hard-work she did in someone's kitchen and feed me with their remaining food as a child. I remember she told me a story about my grandmother being a house-helper like she is. I got anger with the legacy chain of their blood line, I studied hard and varsity pulled me down with their high fees. Would be doomed to continue hard labour sweat like my mother.

My father fathered me,
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