Poems

As I conflate my desire and emotions, phobia takes control over my life, as I fear not to fear, I am already defined but the world expects me to portrait myself while no one else will recognise my existence as I demand!

Grown as I am, my peers wanna compete with me while I depend on someone who's tryna survive poverty! my movements are treated as threats although I meant well, as I'm not appreciated for my good deeds I performed while I had nothing of my own
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I made some few mistakes mixed with wrongs and rights, before my very own eyes, I'm judged for things I haven't done.

I am angry, not with anyone but with life, hours turn into days and months into a year, but I remain miserable.
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I may not suffer externally but deep internally its horrible, with mind's eye my heart leak blood, not to speak of tears I shed of blood and a scar for life remain while I shed tattoo's tears.

Eye for an eye, dispathy the world has turned to. As colonialism has come and left but manufactured diseases slowly whipping out our human race.
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The feeling inferior, a circle of struggle without participation a contract is concluded. Either way without preparation, one-sided history with no justification.

I stand alone in a revolving world, where almost everything, including humans change with time. It doesn't make sense even the circumstances hasn't change me.
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O Mother Saraswati, pure and bright,
Fill our minds with gentle light.
Teach us how to think and see,
What is false and what should be.
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They're always telling me that I am blind, but the was no light, clear enough to see my reflection but not fake it, the was also hope but couples were hopeless.

Falling it's what I only know, moving too fast, suddenly now I am down on solid ground, the sun burnt the ground enough, my body is full of bruises and nothing but painful.
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I wake up sweating; it was just another torture. A dream inferior same as pipe dream, every dream dies a little but, who do you call when dreams fold back? I swear my dreams were a ton, so I left them out to the sun and stones to dry out like levers fallen from a dying tree.

The thought of not being good enough, less fortune and can't make good out of the negativity, not to speak about how I tend to concession my life over someone's else, anxiety has taken place in my world and the life full of misery
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Our lands have been bathed by our forefather's bloods, but we only have squatter camps, jobless citizens and drug fiend youth to show to the tourists. We're made to believe in God, that led us to apartheid, without sympathy it took years to end and we're still sulking, and I'm just another error of apartheid.

Current black governors ain't representing our denizens but defined by how deep their pockets are, as I see my country sink in the hands of wealth kind, it is said it'll remain white's playground forever, while law's brutally assault's our natives.
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I thought subsequently I am, when a dream come true there's a beautiful thing, but it was a mere thought or a wish I portrayed in my mind, could it be?

A child I was, without knowing my future but it has unfolded through my thoughts. Because of what I thoughted back then as a child consequently form part of me now.
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I sometimes bath quickly, as they say an early bird gets the chunkiest worms, I sometimes go out hungry, just to save little we have, I crave for work so we can be independent, at times I go out for alcohol to dilute my fury for you with madness.

I sometimes wonder what I'd be without you or your desire towards me, without value, you grabbed me till to date, will you love me the same till we turn grey, sometimes I talk a lot but there's things I don't know, as I stare within a sentence, my thoughts are of you
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I am a stranger to the life they introduced me to, a life full of lies, dishonest people, cruel, selfish people and everyone can't understand one another, the language they teach in, food they serve, and beverage caffeinated nor carbonated which they drink daily.

I am a stranger to the world filled with selfish and fraudulent politician, phony role model, not to speak about the mainstream media that is controlled by greedy people and big corporate practicing slavery but hiding it with less salaries.
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Life is like an onion, the more layers you peel, the more your life gets harder. But unconditional love is nourishment, paramount of affection one could desire, only if we could treat love as a deity.

While forfeiting someone doesn't come with pain only but also bequeath some knowledge to the remaining, my forefathers have prevailed eternal, cause discussion of them will forever brought up whenever history is the matter.
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