Ofentse Mercy Hajane

Rookie - 76 Points [Ofentse Mercy Hajane] (1992-04-23 / South Africa/ Johannesburg/ Krugersdorp/ Munsieville)

Ofentse Mercy Hajane Poems

41. The Death Of A Beautiful Woman 11/22/2013
42. The Inherited Knowledge Of The Old 11/22/2013
43. Things An Atheist Do In The Dark 11/22/2013
44. Through The Key Hole 11/22/2013
45. When We Were Twins 11/22/2013
46. Rose’s Thorns 11/24/2013
47. Rebirth 11/21/2013
48. God Is American 12/21/2013
49. A Pound Heavier 2/20/2014
50. Black 2/20/2014
51. I Am 2 2/20/2014
52. November 1996 2/20/2014
53. Death's Buttler 8/26/2014
54. Faith 8/26/2014
55. The Death Of A Maid 8/26/2014
56. Faults Of Intelligence 5/18/2015
57. The Lost Voice 8/26/2014
58. When You Were Sleeping 2/20/2014
59. Death Of A Painter 8/26/2014
60. The Death Of Lilly 4/6/2013
61. A Road Less Travelled 12/6/2013
62. The Tree 11/22/2013
63. Mermaids 11/20/2013
64. Cycles Encircling Me 11/7/2013
65. Let Me Be Africa 4/6/2013
66. Bloody Love 4/6/2013
67. Fallen From Grace 4/7/2013
68. Living Things (Containers Of God) 4/5/2013
69. A Letter To My Ancestors 11/7/2013
70. Death: Lady Death 5/7/2013
71. Awkward Life 11/7/2013
72. Lucifer 11/17/2013
73. Lucifer's Interview (The Interview Series 1) 11/17/2013
74. I'M Afraid To Live 11/24/2013
75. Non Omnis Moriar 11/20/2013
76. Sweet Suicide 11/21/2013
77. Black & Untitled 4/6/2013
78. Depth Of My Love 4/6/2013
79. Regret (English-Sotho Poem) 11/21/2013
80. I Am An African Child 12/7/2014
Best Poem of Ofentse Mercy Hajane

I Am An African Child



I am an African child.
How do I know this?
Because I listen to sounds of life long lived.
Do not cite me any parchment of thine god,
For we all know there's no such.
I know that because I am an African child.
When you wake up in the morning,
I ask you not to pray for me,
'cause prayer can never be traded in for food,
For salvation,
For recognition,
Nor for love.
I am an African child,
I know.
When they said hide the truth in the book,
They also hid a lie besides it.
Three guesses what my brother chose!
I know this because ...

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The Ambulance

Flashing red
Flashing blood

Despair throttle down my spinal cortex
Reason lost in shock
Washed by the sound of a howling motor vehicle.
One that befriended death
Or was it its twin?
It stood open like an alligator basking in the sun.

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