Treasure Island

Goodenough Sakhile Dlamini

(08 December 1992 / KwaZulu Natal, Pinetown)

I call myself a poet


Not just because I want fame
Not just because I want friends
Not just because I want funds
Because I am inlove with poetry
Because I am inlove with lyrical words
I am inlove with lyrical voices
Unconditional deep inside my soul feeling poetically
Uncompressed I am feeling it through my veins
Incomprehensible running through my veins
Unstoppable can't help ignorant
I am not Steve Biko but I write what I like.
I am not martin Luther king but I have a dream.
I am not Dr Nelson Mandela but there is a long walk to freedom
Naturally poetry is in me
Can't run away from myself
Poetry is my parents, who want to be an orphan?
Poetry is my soul who want to loose a soul?
Poetry is what I breath, who want to stop breathing.
You can put judgment but it me
If you not feeling it see me
If you can't accept, sorry it me
If want to talk call me
wanna write email me...
I spend most of of my time writting
Not resiting
I call my self a poet
That will remain unchained
I have faith it
I call myself a poet

Submitted: Friday, November 29, 2013
Edited: Saturday, November 30, 2013

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