Treasure Island

mathilda maphori

(1990 august 16 / south africa)

how much i


how much i hate you
how much my heart hate you
you painted my face and gave me
the wrong image
you coloured my soul and made it
make you a soul mate
while you are a real dog

you took my love for granted and
forgot that i am an african woman
you forgot that 'wa thinti mfasi wa thinti imbokoto'
becouse you dont know what a reall woman needs
you dont know that a woman is a rock and
never gives up that easily

you forgot that an african woman has a solid heart
and nothing can never tear it apart
you played me like bafana ba kasi
playing amadice
you made me love you and forgot that
you dont know what love is

you failed to admire and cherish the
beauty of a young african woman
becouse your arms are too weak to
hold her
that is why you went for something
that looks just like her

how much i hate you
how much my heart hate you
even though you think that
you are a man you just need an african
woman to show you how
reall men act and behave
i swear you will never again
play with a heart of an african woman

Submitted: Friday, August 14, 2009

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