Ntando.B Da poet Poems

Stand not on the way of my pen.
Of a rooster chasing a hen,
I've got that desire to write.
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Is it my eye,
My mind or heart?
That grows feelings in me,
The blazing love within.
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If being a man means...
Insensitivity, sexual immorality-
And forsaking your own identity.
Breaking vows-
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I made it first inner the oval.
Went out through the birth canal-
With loose 'n weak bones,
And unfolded hands to a world of my own.
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Light dims,
Sound lowers.
Shades disappears.
The sun is setting.
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Too many ears for loud club music,
But none to share a secret with.
Society so hungry for our sorrows & miseries,
To dance 'n laugh as we weep.
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Once upon a time.
When all the wealth was mine,
Although I did not own even one mine.
Towards me, the world was kind.
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Stay with me,
I'll change the way you feeL,
And give you millions of reasons to breath.
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As I climb the stairs of life,
To where true victory and success lies,
I sometimes wish there was a short cut or flight.
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Music penetrates deep 'n deeper,
Inner confused minds and heavy hearts.
There is something with the marimba,
That lightens dark souLs and defrost cold hearts.
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