Tshepiso Mokalake

Her - Poem by Tshepiso Mokalake


whose life is disrupted by the
effection of lust and immorality
this is my epistle to you! ! !

I feel the damage that u carry
around ur waist n shoulders,
the aching that lies below ur eye
making life less adventurous
is how it feels
hoping that ur next breath
will b better than ur last.

being rejected 4 the good thing that u trying to offer
accepting that all that happened
was all a lie n
how it never will be
so physically powerful are u
that u survive each day
eagering that one day
ur turn will come
I feel THAT loss a friend
n a lover.

Her that went through it all
n still smile,
I salute you
The mother that was thrown out of
Her own home,
I respect u
Her that was expressively mistreated
U not alone,
Her that never had that instant
that completes you,
Someday the sun will glimmer on u
Her that tries to make it
to the top without having to sleeping
her way there
Thank YOU

By: MC Prayer

Comments about Her by Tshepiso Mokalake

  • (5/12/2010 4:07:00 AM)

    nice...we need more of this.
    keep writing
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 12, 2010

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