Mpheng Magome Poems

Slow rush of my blood.
In my veins,
Through my wound,
Onto my skin.
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Ten years dead
But the rain still hurts.

Ten years dead
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There's nothing as sweet as the smell of your sweat
So elusive as the dance that we haven't done yet
Your hand on my waist
My head on your chest
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I have seen the cosmos grow wildly along my path;
I have heard their words;
I have heeded their warnings.
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One day I will be beautiful,
My scars will fall away with the last of my tears.
My eyes will twinkle,
My smile will be the sun.
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It occurs to me, I haven't heard your voice in some years.
And now I'm afraid to hear it again.
Will it cause my heart to race or melt? Bring a smile to my face?
Or memories of your dreaded, leaded indifference to my mind?
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It is as though I were a doll:
A shiny new Christmas toy.
Or a bright, red toy firetruck:
Cheap and badly made.
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Breathe in. Breathe out.
It's not easy, I know.
But you have to keep going.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
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In the last moments of my life
I lie awake, calm as a fetus to be
Stillborn.
I see, so clearly, my hand firmly
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I hope it's coming soon.
I think it might already be here.
I thought it would be more pleasant and peaceful,
but it is better than using every day to disappear.
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