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She Is

She is a beauty,
She is a dream,
All who know her are privileged to rub shoulders with her, 
Some are flooded with dreams of spending just a fraction of a second with her, 
Basking under the ambiance of her presence.

She is a force to be reckoned with
A bag of the rarest dynamite.
From the curves and corners of her body
To the lusciousness of her features 
She is captivating 
A creature created like no other.

Those that try to understand her 
Are driven to a further state of confusion,
Her beauty screams out loud, 
But yet again it is subtle.
She oozes flamboyance 
Every detail meticulously placed;
She is imperfect in the most perfect way, 
Fiercely sexy, and incredibly cute at the same time..
SHE IS...

L.N Ngema

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Here I Am

Here I am pouring 
To a vessel with many holes,
My most cherished I waste 
Yet unnoticed it goes
Here I am pouring
My very best, my last
But by the ground it is swallowed 
Buried, non existent 

Forgiveness a commodity i find hard to give
But the only key that's bound to set me free
Am i a victim of my own pain? 
Am i addicted to the hurt to keep me sane?
Will I ever find solace?
Vengance for the years i stayed silent?

Tears I cried are my evidence
Building into a strong case for your imprisonment
Are you the one? Or am I?
Locked away, in a cold dark place?
Banished from experiencing the beauty of life?

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Scarlet Robes

Scarlet robes on Abony street, 
reciting untold stories of nights without cause
As the queens of the night go about their business  
Giving their now distasteful pleasure to wondering strangers.

Their loud chatter fills the streets 
Denying the night of its rightful duty, 
They sway from side to side
Their barely covered skin telling a story 
Scars evident of the war they fight daily 
All concealed by a scarlet robe and a crooked smile 

Their pride lost they wonder about,
As nylon caught by the wind they are blown at every direction,
Stripped of their honour they live, 
Detached from society, a living, breathing abomination. 

L.N Ngema

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Ignorance

Understanding court me, 
be intimate with me, 
Tell me sweet something,  
and play with my emotion's. 
Penetrate my thought's  that they may conceive,  
giving birth to something greater that's  not naive. 

Lock my ignorance away, 
let it feel the helplessness of not having sight;
Let it be chained, and fed only the silence
having no love,  no warmth;
Take away the touch,  the kiss of it's true love, 
Force it to sign the divorce papers and let reality hit, 
there's no one there to drive the cold away. 

Are you willing to let me fall? 
To look me straight in the eye as i crawl? 
We were lover's  by chance,  
I gave myself fully to you
and selfishly you drew me,  got me addicted to your touch, 
but as quickly as it came it was gone
Because you let ignorance separate us, 
Nullifying our love affair. 

Understanding court me again, 
Tell me sweet anything, 
Let the defeaning silence shatter,  
that my ignorance may flee.

L. Ngema

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Raw

Raw feeling undiluted, 
Raw years of a deep yearning,
One of fulfilment of a role long left vacant, 
Let my raw wounds tell a story, 
Let them fill my tears with phrases
Like melodic chimes on a winter morning. 

Cunning black dilapidate in a ravenous thunder;
My love for you almost poisonous 
But permanently tattooed in my heart
Till when will my cries be on mute? 
Till when will your love stop being a craving, 
A drug needed to intoxicate my once intoxicated heart 

You cry but your tears are like daggers, 
Conspiring together to tear to shreds a once free flying butterfly
Leaving a raw taste of emptiness 
Crinkled up with no hope of a better day

L. Ngema

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Your Young

Oh perpetual winter night 
You have devoured the pride of the one brought up prideful,
You have single handedly robbed her of her morals,
Her virtue you’ve served on a platter,
And what remains of her is a shell
Hollow, void, filled with nothingness.

Oh world without end,
Scream...yell...call out...shout aloud to your young, 
Rescue her from her promiscuity.
Her eyes have been blinded,
Blinded by the promised pleasures of a life more seasoned than her.
Shake her with vigour that she may wake from her slumber,
Allow her to see reality 
For the end of the road is in sight,
Restore to her her pride, layed waste for all to devour.

Luyanda Ngema

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I See Love

Up In the mountains
 Down in the valleys
 In the orderly way the oceans move 
I see love
Love like no other
one perfect in topography
Ingenuity and craftsmanship
It’s in the way the sun rises just at the break of dawn 
And in that perfect moment at twilight...


Luyanda Ngema

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Not Another Rhyme

Not another rhyme 
Not another sequence of words telling the experiences of time
Perfected, aligned all seemingly sublime 

Let’s get real
Let’s leave our feelings raw and not conceal 
It’s our super power to weaponise the pen
To weave lyrical magic because it runs through our veins 
Not another rhyme 
This time

Luyanda Ngema

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Strapped On My Mother's Back

Chatter of women fill the streets
Happy screams of children in perfect harmony
A beautiful world I see
A knot holds me steady 
My mother's back a safe haven for me
As my head rocks slightly from the rythm of her feet

She runs, my head rocking rapidly
children cry, their hands not held, abandoned
As their screams turn into cries of agony.
Like a drum it continues to play
A rythm only played by death I hear
She runs, her heart accelerating
My head bounces, as I cling to her
She runs, as one carrying precious cargo
She runs, to a location not known to her

It all stops, then calamity
As cries tear through the slience
She's breathing heavy, she stops 
Warm scarlet colouring her already coloured dress
Oozing as it frees itself from my vessel
She screams, as she sees the remnants of my life dripping from her hands
The knot She holds refusing to let go, a prayer for me
If I were to speak I would console her
But fear grips me, spreading as poison
I'm not strong but this my burden I must carry
Goodbye mamma, This world can't hurt me anymore.