By Ayanda Xaba, South Africa Sometimes you need to pat yourself on the shoulder Tell yourself that everything will be okay I do that sometimes Other times in front of the mirror Most times in bed Hugging my breasts in fear that the wrecking heart will break them “You will get through this,” I whisper until I start to […]
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By Ayanda Xaba, South Africa Your hands strangled the young women’s neck for denying you Your hands teared a baby’s diaper and violated her womb Your hands whipped another woman’s child until her internals bled Your hands slapped the beauty out of her Your hands stabbed the girl for having a good time with her friends Your hands snatched her […]
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By Chido Nyandoro, Zimbabwe They may cut me, defile me, Mock me, shoot me, Rape me, starve me, Throw me in a cage, in the gutter, in a grave, For simply one thing, the colour of my skin; Yes they have tried, To dishonour me…to kill me But still, here I stand, Tall; Strong, Still able to bear fruit; to […]
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By Chido Nyandoro, Zimbabwe Each sad memory you endure, I dry them out in the warmth of your joys. I plant them in the soil of your subconscious fields, So that they may bloom again into new hopes and dreams. 426 total views, no views today
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By Chido Nyandoro, Zimbabwe You tuck them in my pocket sleeves Like tiny beach shells Those little secrets But each time you taste that wine Out they spill for anyone willing to hear 335 total views, no views today
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