Ofentse Mercy Hajane

Rookie - 65 Points [Ofentse Mercy Hajane] (1992-04-23 / South Africa/ Johannesburg/ Krugersdorp/ Munsieville)

Ofentse Mercy Hajane Poems

1. Black & Untitled 4/6/2013
2. The Ambulance 4/6/2013
3. Possessed And Puppeted [religion] 4/6/2013
4. Thy Is An African 4/6/2013
5. Beowulf's Death 4/6/2013
6. Faded Emotion 4/7/2013
7. Swimming Home 4/7/2013
8. Metal Let Me Die 4/7/2013
9. The Kiss Of Death 4/15/2013
10. Turning Dreams Into Reality 5/4/2013
11. Atheist Plead For Freedom 11/7/2013
12. Damned I 11/7/2013
13. Dark Mirror 11/7/2013
14. Forgive I O' Lord 11/16/2013
15. Famine 11/16/2013
16. Gabriel's Interview (Interview Series4) 11/16/2013
17. God's Interview (Interview Series 2) 11/16/2013
18. He At The End Of Two Routes 11/16/2013
19. How Could Thee Be Selfish Moon? 11/16/2013
20. I Am 11/16/2013
21. I Gave My Name 11/16/2013
22. Joshua 11/16/2013
23. 23 11/6/2013
24. An Angel 11/7/2013
25. Come O' The Face Of Earth 11/7/2013
26. Damned Ii 11/7/2013
27. Dark Love 11/7/2013
28. Me And The Owl 11/17/2013
29. Lost In Paradise 11/17/2013
30. O.M.G 11/20/2013
31. Perfection 11/20/2013
32. Persecution Of A Kaffir 11/20/2013
33. The Prayer Of The Faithless 11/21/2013
34. Raphael's Interview (Interview Series 3 11/21/2013
35. Sweet Suicide 11/21/2013
36. Rebirth 11/21/2013
37. My Life Long Affair 11/20/2013
38. My Mother 11/20/2013
39. Nature's Cry 11/20/2013
40. The Art Of Love 11/22/2013
Best Poem of Ofentse Mercy Hajane

I Am An African Child



I am an African child.
How do I know this?
Because I listen to sounds of life long lived.
Do not cite me any parchment of thine god,
For we all know there's no such.
I know that because I am an African child.
When you wake up in the morning,
I ask you not to pray for me,
'cause prayer can never be traded in for food,
For salvation,
For recognition,
Nor for love.
I am an African child,
I know.
When they said hide the truth in the book,
They also hid a lie besides it.
Three guesses what my brother chose!
I know this because ...

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Thy Is An African

Wakenth from chamber of shadows,
Arrows armed in each of thou warrior,
The darkness is thy mother.
Thou art in its mending marvel.
One would argue not the resemblance.
For even thy skin betrays thy nahying intentions of thy origin.
Great men hast not tried to mend back the power that created them.
For nature hath been glowing over them with needles of truth.
Lest ye listen to the music of the winds.

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