Monkgogi 'Rhetoric' Moshaga
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In the damp and comfort of a sac i lay
i floated, away from pascals of the world.
In the peace and walls of a womb for trimesters,
safe from prejudice and labour....
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My face is not ordinary, my eyes have poured now too dry i shall not cry.
My face is not of the ordinary it has waters past through it, it has distinct taste of sorrow taste of fear.
Helpless i lay, hoping that one may.Please help me dear..
Dear brave with strength change my flavor give me new taste.
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i am sick but a state of mind
i drag my face to the sight of misery
to the popular belief of society that
gives me undesired attention.
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So close yet so far, the long distance but the love is not distant.
Away with so much fonder, true love that gives me marvel.
More marvel than super heroes combined,
You hear my loudest whisper more than my scream.
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But there where i love to dwell, so much discomfort.
I am not what my actions scream,
I love but i do not feel what the poor man sees in garbage.
His food is my biggest allergy for its only allegation that i do not love you.
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I wrote you a love letter my love,
I wrote you a bald testimony composed of sentiment.
To you my love, my heart poured.
The pulse in my heart, for as long as I live,
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While it rains, I cry at freedom.
The water that disguise my tears,
The water that assure my children daily rations,
While it rains I cry out-loud, competing with that thunder,
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The events of my life are my composition,
They make me, they are my story to tell.
I have been known to be source, I have been known to multiply.
Multiply and bring more.
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I have a mind besides yours, I too deserve to imagine.
In my fantasies we feast and sport our passion,
Passion that matches the fire in my soul,
Passion that feeds my disguised hunger.
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Life Of A Woman Life Of A Pillar
In the damp and comfort of a sac i lay
i floated, away from pascals of the world.
In the peace and walls of a womb for trimesters,
safe from prejudice and labour....
though it is through labour that i was brought unto this world.
Now i crawl for movement, i on my knees and hands have become mobile.
Till time, till time i am ripe and grew wild sensitive plums on my chest and curves on my waist...
Cycles depart potential beings from me...but tis not for long that i waste life...
For a man i have, by law we are one.It is he who by his thrust,
it is he who by his will i have brought beings unto this world.
I am now a voluntary slave, i work day in and day out,
day by day to feed them all, i have no time for the mall.
I am the sea, i am life in flesh and labour.
Without my efforts there is no life....
at rest i feel guilt for i can never do enough for my family.
Past years have grown large and so has my time here...
I am way past my prime, fit for the earth.
When i am part of nature making soils fertile,
you shall live through me.For i am brine and no soil shall be more fertile than thine.
Tis not sweet as ever, for i am gone and my waters flood my children,
cheeks are all covered in salt water.
I am the sea that drowned my husband.
For i am gone and no more in flesh,
but in lands that this world always pollute....
either way, in flesh or in nutrient i am your pillar.
Through my remains plants shall sustain you.
I am a slave by life, a mother, a wife...but now i am what was life!
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