Milk&Honey Poem by Sinaso Pamela Mxakaza

The streets carry me like baggage
in this world of love letters not sent,
words unsaid and promises that linger
in the air too long breaking breaths
Crying tears that had long
turned to blood
in the awkward arms
of street corners
and dark alleys
collecting spilt milk
and honey stored
in dreams
I've come up
on the same paths
in different cities and times
in my life
heart is a rebelled youth
with marks of history
like tattoos telling stories
everyone wants to ignore
Eyes refugees
in the skies embrace
rain falls
it don't have to turn
to wine for us
to see grace
those that grazed
secreted glands
to fill the land
with milk
but the grass
looks greener
where only eyes
have trailed
blistered bodies
anything good
and sweet
is a death sentence
too much good
is bad for you
thoughts trained
into ticking bombs
becoming terrorist actions
there are small beings
that swallowed bullets
saving a world at war
every time we spoke
we were pulling steel triggers
stealing children's souls
moulding them into
still idols of men with
alcoholic breaths and
drugged minds
love a passing pleasantry
skins too thick for us
to back down
all we do is bleed
who will lead
in blurry tomorrows
and borrowed present days
chasing the wind
life is its simplicity
not complex skyscrapers
and blinding urban lights
pasteurized milk
and processed honey
selling fantasies
killing reality
and these are just words
to get me through another day