William Ndoyisile Somenze Poems

You`ve rised before my blinded eyes, blinded eyes with tears i`ve cried, tears that have been trickling down my face for long, i thought you`d be better, you`d be the napkin to wipe away tears i`ve shed with past years, thought you`d make me glitter, but in vain, you`ve made everything i did worse, made me feel so wrong, like i am living from the back of a hearse, you were a ruinious year,
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Being black hurts,
We try hard to travel in carts,
Whereas we live in shacks,
We compete amongst ourselves,
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I don't expect people to like my illness,
Cause its spontaneous,
Its perilous because it depicts how unique I am,
Yeah I know; lack of wellness,
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i am a broken part that has lost its constituent,
i am a part broken,
its pieces stolen..
a part with emotions swollen.
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touch...

touch my heart so full of glass,
dont do it much for it may break,
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The world we live in,
its an abyss where lives and dreams are thrown,
where Mothers throw aside their long dresses and get on skirts to tempt young Men,
leaving their husbands in soleness.
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My heart wails, Like A caged bird singing a sadness song,
so sole that it even dances to its own heart beat, moulding potrait of words to endeavor & shudder the loneliness inside its heart like a drum, but it invain,
all it can feel pacing up through its veins its a vast vacantness altering to be some nameless pain.
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i told her how i feel,
i pronounced the feelings inside me,
like a flower at spring,
blossoming-articulating its inner beauti,
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What am I doing, dwelling on these memories of deeds done, that dismantles me & doesnt mend me to be one, endeavoring to excavate facts on acts not done, utilizing the past to justify present failures, trying to see the future through the mirror of negative outcomes of steps mis-taken, what am I doing,
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He stepped on stage, whistle & ululations bid him welcome, after a while
then he was encompassed by inexpressible silence, great anticipations from the audience,
words embarked to mold up from the palm of his mind, with a mic in his hand, they mounted up his tongue, as he prepare to begin his monologue with a lucid prologue:
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