Thabitha Marakalala
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She Prostitutes
She said desperate times calls for desperate measures,
She embarked on a search for gold and hidden treasures.
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Let me be
I have seen your tears
Heard your cries for that someone that atleast cares
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I wanna be loved
I am tired of drowning in my own tears
I am done applying fears to hopes and hopes to fears
I am tired of crying myself to sleep
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Silence destroys
I can tell we falling apart
The love we used to share now depart
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Things I should have done
I should have loved you whole heartedly
Say I love you repeatedly
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Words are not enough
I love you today
As I loved you yesterday
And this words I say
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Things i miss about you
I miss the way you would stare at me like you can
See right through my soul
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you kissed me
eye to eye we froze in confusion
lost 4 a moment I thought of illusion
i felt like heaven has come down
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I can't wait
I can't wait for the sun do go down
Cause tonight am gonna be in your arms
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a letter from heaven
when you lose your parents
you are called an orphan
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Talking to the moon
Last night I found myself
talking to the moon
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Dear poem
I have been writing you for a long time
There are days I would ask myself if you will still stick with me
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I don't know what to do
I spend my past days
Thinking of you
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Uncle Steve
Growing up they used to say I fear the dark
What they dint know is that my only fear was what came with the darkness
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She Prostitutes
She Prostitutes
She said desperate times calls for desperate measures,
She embarked on a search for gold and hidden treasures.
Parentless her flesh is dressed with poverty,
How she rises each day to her life is a mystery.
I watch her drag herself through thorns.
Each day as we huddle through storms.
Stomach howling in emptiness,
Face painted with sadness.
She has no time for tears,
There is no room for fears.
She buries her remorseful emotion,
To feed us is her only strong devotion.
Days and nights she will roam the streets,
Rotate from street corners to sheets.
Her mind set on than one great need,
She has five hungry mouths to feed.
It's true fate picks it's favourites a sure bet,
I watch her pain rising with every Sunset.
Like a body without a pitiful soul,
She would stare at the mirror image so foul.
Like a night without the moon,
Her tears ran as she would swoon.
The night haunts her every step,
The moon lights her path as she crept.
She knew we needed her presence,
But she would have to risk a prison sentence.
From pub to pub... now worn out,
Despised and isolated she's still about.
From hotel to motel she has cruised,
Harrased, molested and bruised.
Her personality doesn't have fancy frames,
They look at her with disgust and call her names.
This young girl once had dreams,
Her innocence lost in poverty screams.
She does her walk to make ends meet,
Nothing about it is ever neat.
She is a young girl with broken dreams,
Like a river with dried streams.
A young girl living a nightmare,
A mother to her siblings, her pain she can't share.
Living this life so very destitute,
She is my sister the prostitute.
Tbt-M
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