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As I sit…

By Kgomotso J Kgopa, South Africa:  As I sit, with a pen in hand Scribbling a word or two into a verse Breathing life and giving emotion to a blank thin sheet with lines parallel I can't help a set of array of emotions doing injustice to my soul Hurt, anger and confusion have my mind tangled In a loop of […]

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She Will Know

By Kgomotso J Kgopa, South Africa: With a broken birth, childhood and potentially breaking youth I will accept her and colour her world vividly With crayons as I animate alphabetical notations that proclaim hope and healing From my heart to hers With a broken heart, spirit and potentially breaking trust I will embrace her and delicately gather those thousand pieces Of […]

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My Life, My Song

By Kgomotso J Kgopa, South Africa: My life is a song, A music track Track I'm running the race of life God my composer Mixes of scratches, low key registers and noise fluctuations play along But I still keep my beat Pause. Angels – my backup vocals Family – my drums and bass Friends – my strings, orchestral arrangements Enemies […]

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The Beat in Beauty

By Kgomotso J Kgopa, South Africa: Music… The only way to describe her For she moves Left and right, pedalling her feet Short, cut hair Body shaped like a pear Majestic hand manoeuvres Moving synchronous to the beat As she oozes down the street   Slight jingles Articulated by her bangles Dimples Slight pimples With a golden tan seasoned By […]

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Woman of substance

By Kgomotso J Kgopa, South Africa: A soul on high heels! Woman of substance Substance that cannot be seen But greatly felt Your presence and power is undeniable Formidable. Admirable. You make these words understatements You dance to the brink of each new dawn As the floors pulsate and ripple to your rhythm Propelling men forward! It has been said of […]

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