Nobert Mathumo

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They say a bushman never gains weight
Because they never eat from a plate
Some think it's because of the food
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I was born many moons before this day
Do not mistake this black skin for a fool’s coat
And find reason to gossip in dark corners
Wondering, ’ Who I am'
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Yesterday I painted my dream with the colors of the earth
like many I was afraid of the unknown’ land of dreamers’
The walls of doubt surrounded my thoughts
But to kill the shadow-(dark) is to shine light on it
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Describe to me beauty from the eyes of a blind man
Where color is deflected to nothingness
Let me be a child again and love without expectation
Wake me from this sleep as I walk
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The deepest scars
Never live a mark clear
Like sins of the dark
where physical norms collapse,
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I am hatred not a patriot
The end of love
Disgrace and disgust
A bullet through a flying dove
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I am the voice that speaks
In different tongues
Craft my word throw letters
Curl a new life with verses
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You are the darkness that stole my youth
Had me a fool, I wish now I had known the truth
I now carry from whence I came
You stole my pride and now you chain me as your bride
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When every shape breads shadows
And the cloud wrinkled by the last rays of light
I wait for the sun to nudge down by the hills
Then I take my pen to draw you
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Is the feeling of the blowing and the glowing in the sky.
My thoughts are elevated to better thinking
At last I am high
More like I could reach out and touch the tower of a lifetime flower
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It's been a while since she said a word
I wonder on my own
She and I met in a different land
We meet again on this journey
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A sense of consciousness
Is a reflection,
of Your face, on the mirror..
The Reality in absence of truth
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Word, lefoko
Letters joined
Coined to make point
Verses that can turn into curses
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They say a bushman never gains weight
Because they never eat from a plate
Some think it's because of the food
Constantly visited by rats
But how come they rear cats
And then call them pats
They laugh at the bushman when they see them crouch
Just because they now sit on a couch
Even at the ranch
They won't sit on a bench
And how can life be fair
When people don't want to share
And some live on other's flair
And how can life be fair
When some don't care
What pain others bear
If all that glitter is not gold
What is then is the truth that the wise have told?
And our cheap hearts have sold
The price we have paid
Truth is
We are all as filthy
As the dust from whence we came

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