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Leneolame Thutlwe Poem
TALENT
For many years, in my infancy
I had always thought, or rather, intuition had me believe that I was the worst there was to life
For because societal values and normative acts had me hypnotized
Then day by day, I degraded into what was believed to be a sordid incapable loser
Over and over again, I had my brain depleted into what was called mental deterioration
In all the years of my infancy, I worked harder than the word hard itself
To try to level with this ideal person society had created
I tried just too hard...,
For some reason I was rather automated, made to believe that only a certain path was the one
But simply because I am human, I was bound to make a mistake, only it’s just in such deserted times and random times that a mistake may be the best thing that happens in life
Because I had failed in the chosen path
And a terrible mistake I had alone or so thought of it as terrible mistake
In that unbelievable way a mistake was miraculous
I discovered in the path I ought not to have taken, My talent
Through being able to regain peace of mind
It is then that thoughts of having the society mock me down for failure to become what they needed me to be were shuttered
I have realized over time that, talent gives you strength when you are hopeless
It moulds you into someone or something when societal ideologies of success render you useless
Find your talent and be thus defined, refined and yes surely you
Copyright © Leneolame Thutlwe | Year Posted 2017
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Leneolame Thutlwe Poem
I write
I write to conceal pain and heal my bruised heart
As the tears roll down on my face and the last tears shed on my cheeks
They fill the ink in my pen to see my smile in black and white
I cannot begin to explain to you the rivers that flow to make the ink in my pen and see my smile
When I cannot begin to understand the word love or compose a fake meaning for it nor can I write it down,
When happiness lives in recluse and in exile someplace else
When I am sucked out for life and cannot begin to compose false hope to give me enough courage to get up,
When there is nothing that seems to invoke a fake smile in my face for my heart is a little stubborn,
I write
When my heart is a little heavy and the world rests on my shoulders
When the conditions are merciless towards me and every day is a rainy day and there is no silver lining in the skies for a little sunshine
When there is a raging storm and waves are turning in violent composure in the restless ocean
When there seems to be no light on the way
I write
When I seem to forget that God cannot forsake me, that his presence is everywhere every time
When my faith has failed me and I cannot revive it
When my own spit is too heavy to swallow and I cannot control this feeling of utter weakness
When I am lost for strength, and I don’t have a fuel pump
I write
I write to conceal pain and heal my bruised heart
As the tears roll down on my face and the last tears shed on my cheeks
They fill the ink in my pen to see my smile in black and white
I cannot begin to explain to you the rivers that flow to make the ink in my pen and see my smile
I write
Copyright © Leneolame Thutlwe | Year Posted 2017
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