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Sometimes we're being tested and face challenges but in everything that we face  we mustn't forget that God is with us.H...
18/07/2024

Sometimes we're being tested and face challenges but in everything that we face we mustn't forget that God is with us.

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Drawing by Chris Van Espen Shout out the intestines when the crap its in me, I been hoping life and gold, standards and ...
10/07/2024

Drawing by Chris Van Espen

Shout out the intestines when the crap its in me,
I been hoping life and gold, standards and medals be married to my feet,
I been questioning whether cold or warmth should I please...

My feet on the wheels my ends are stripped,
I'm hurt the ground is broken world applause when it fist,
I lost sense of feeling or is it love across blood and sweat,
I tookoff my T-shirt to face it with my chest,
Anxious, stressed even when I am pressed I am glad I am blessed,
Train smash it's a reflection of test and toast breadth its alive,
Be my guest mixed emotions treason and life lessons priest daughters and kisses,
Life cost cheap cheap is expensive
Sending flowers to a throat
Exclusives and PrOs.

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29/06/2024

The casket of an owel,
Broken rips buried with a shavel,
Ravens moaned of Alleta,
A letter she wrote with broken notes,
Later evening shady bladed mist,
Most must loot soreness the never overcome,
I have been awhile a friend of a short breadth,
I have searched the ground and got married to my fears,
This bombastic plastic life hurts when it decides to fly,
The who in my world introspected the bleeding edges of heart and mind,
I am just tired tied to this hate misery cheats life upon,
In the disguise of dreams and glimpse I withdraw my sort, did my sword ?

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11/06/2024

teenage mothers by https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMr8EcEac/ https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100016047759535

Its not a bad thing that u got pregnant at a young age
Infact its a blessing
God trusted u with a soul
People will always have their opinions about your life
Some will tell u good
And some will tell u bad
The best is to keep your baby
Werther the father is present or absent
The baby is yours
Abortion is not an option
Everything happens according to its time
People will say maybe its over with your life bcz u are pregnant
No its not true
U can still go back to school if u dropped out
U can still go to the university of your choice to ferther your studies
It doesnt mean if u have a baby
Its the end for u

Listen sister
U can still get that degree u wanted
U can still wear that graduation gown
U can still make your family proud
U can be a perfect mother to your child
U can still be the person u wanted to be
U can still get that car n that house of your dreams
One day your child will be proud
Being pregnant doesnt mean your dreams are shattered
Love your baby to the fullest
Dont ever think that having a baby at a young age is a curse

teenage mothers
U are loved💜💖💙

30/04/2024

It meant almost nothing

It almost meant nothing, like it used to be, filled with gush bums every time I heard word about it, I neglected I run when I saw it felt lazy and tiredness that won't stop caged it by tip of my left fingers and look aside and never ask, it almost meant nothing till was alone in my comfort and prayed for me and heal me, it almost meant nothing when didn't have hope no more it meant nothing till I realized is the only one that never left, poetry my beloved poetry sing for me lullabies when I seemed so sorry to bother in a sleep, it cooked my breakfast and supper wiped tears and helped me wonder ohh poetry

My poetic poetry

Whom is the poetry I can work with, Solely only the brave can't make me breath, This sting so steep than a well polished...
10/04/2024

Whom is the poetry I can work with,
Solely only the brave can't make me breath,
This sting so steep than a well polished man can't still,

One Voice became many years,Yet now we are alive with our stealing eyes, my domastic utterence has made millions, millio...
04/04/2024

One Voice became many years,
Yet now we are alive with our stealing eyes, my domastic utterence has made millions, millions of words yet,...couldn't by me bread

Everyone Authentic Black Child CB

28/02/2024

Don't deny

I'm gonna find myself a poem,
I am gonna try it myself
Write it in sounds,
Good and loud,
Tries that blinds,

I will do it, that hits the soul,
Find it within without of ends meet,
They gonna vow, my raise to stand,
Never look back to tense like...
Miss me too much than yesterday,

Just leave it, don't deny

Everyone poetry

11/02/2024

Read it slowly, with understanding,
Feel it, and see it...

*The _dungeon_ breadth*

Corpses in the dungeon
Dimons in the paradise

Shhhh, it's okay not to be okay
Breath and let go both ends
Poor child by day was, when
Made out of naked strips

Kept unsafe in rage of indemnity
Blessed with arrogance and ignorance oh,...oh, ohh Israel...

Doomed by the ranks of Babylon,
Cursed out and tested...

My riddles has cancer, it bleeds a heart out,
This pathetic diseased doctrines doesn't console a soul no more,

Prayer to all, sadness may bring joy
And peace to your house,
And justice may not be justified

The dungeon breath Shhhh...

You need God

28/01/2024

Before creation was darkness and chaos,

*Adam of 2024*

To seal and sail through the endless
Permanent practical trial of the
unsaid experience that explode to godly and ungodly,
We are born to the same age,
Unfortunately to this so sad suffering life, called sorrow or sorry.
How do we stay calm in this doctrinanted environment of hardship and anger ?
The world is the most unforgivable place to be,
In sickness it can't be also in faith
I have dusted my shoes and cried one more,
Am I forgiven or forgotten to this past,
I am a wonder, behind closed curtains
I stand for stories told to be untold,
Folded to be unfolded fooled to be
uncooked I was broken many times
a bait in trying times an oats for breakfast, but now I am who you think I am I will continue to stand for who I am for I am who hope heared and feared to last long with the weekend I lost giving up I am Monday I am bla bla son God created for the carpet of its purpose.

13/10/2023

When I was young
I used to think my clueless ways where,
I used to garden my peace with unreasonably thoughts,
Told everyone to strive to be me,
I messed the concept visions around life sets,
I made selfish conclusions
Everything was meaningless cause I knew it all,
I was found proud with pride trembling with confidence,
My frustrations was how this world found its self like this...
I had powerful dreams for the world and everyone within it..
But what am I without
A man with million dreams and thoughts each minute per hour...
Did you know ...
When I was young

19/09/2023

While we keep chasing high lifestyle and pretending to one another of the pocket sizes some is investing on assets, preparing his/her five years ahead, Azishe 🔥🔥

19/09/2023

Our stories are real and truthful to our thoughts and emotions. Our struggle is a matter of which principles can free us from financial enslavement.

Leave your tomorrow better

19/07/2023

If I was a song writer,
I will tittle it stay alive,
In buddle of memories we could freeze,

I will call it my love letter,
That knows to love you forever,
In seasons of life when it rains and its cold.

I wish you could hear me, when I guide your guard and know my story is never a fraud, mistakes of life comes as flue, I am sorry.

It hurts to go blind, more than I could see, I been selfless in sadness of your soreness I been honest in days of your freedom.

Its not your charming spirit, nor the radiant of your beauty, maybe the perfect body but the intimacy of your deeper being its caring and loving.

Close your mind away from the stubbornness of this world, that glitters in ignorance and arrogance.

That secret to love is entirely not easy to be, its warmness is careless, humble and softness isnt weakness, gentleness neither.

What you do today can stay forever with us till end of time,
The loneliness of emptiness in the nest of love.

Stay alive little longer our emotions are entitled to follow our minds, to love that never goes miles without storms.

13/06/2023

Get lost in the pencil,
The corners of a circle,
Near the edge of dust,
Sketches of life that has breadth,
Tenacity dumped aimlessly without a brag.

Colourful gray dusted life by emotions that has lost hope in patience, flaunted and felted in control, gray that knows colors of rainbow in just gray, memories that stayed humble up down till today.

Pencil lost its sharpness when it couldn't draw, cornered in due by law, how long will it be broken in the hands ducks and dogs, thiefs and all I lost a portrait

Poetic Justice
Asmora Black Child

08/06/2023

Drunken Angels

Some of us are drunk,
Chosen by the boundaries of fate,
Colliding concluding thats life,

Drunken Angels

Poetic Justice

11/05/2023

We stay far
From over yet,
They called us in,
We stay in rurals.

I am a shuk,
Newbies calls me Zozo,
The rich, poorer of them all,
Those I please a home,

I am depression to such,
The offspring of hardwork,
I produce all kinds of styles,
Those that choose me for life,

Some vows and criticize me,
I carry the secrets of failures,
I been with them all rich and poor,
Imagine being called Mkhukhu,

We stay far

03/05/2023

A pen
Dotted near the shades of death,
It is so sacred but even solders never knew,
It took their own as a letter, the secrets of its kindness are rude,
Where is my pen?
She writes stories He could not forget,
This ink is so sweet and colourful rooted in definitions that deeps the skull, whispers soreness and pains in tragedies for it glads joy and crisis,
It may please traumas and dramas of difficulties but those that knows a pen we dont insist we remain inspired in the craft of its magic, a mare pen wrote this world with its mysteries creamed in desire of cravings and lys, what could it be of a pen, flowered in a text of style,
the dynamics of rhythms and remedies ohh poor in of a pen, let me not dwell deep into the excellent nature,
A day could be cold in the warmness of my lips, a pen.

17/04/2023

The thing in Africa...

I need South Africa of pain away,
I need Congo of peace in mind.
I need flowered Country in Mozambique, I need holiday feeling in Zimbabwe I need you my Continent,

In Utopia marvelous countries where are you, Namibia the likes of liberty is suffering, my Africa where are you... In the blueprint to the Egypt cities of pyramids, let the birds say in Nigeria guns or no guns what breaks the skull? let Ghana strive for wisdom, the there of minerals nearly mastered the art to serve Libya... Ohh Lord correct the politeness of Africa, May your Grace be seen to this mother land countries of inequalities, Ohh God....I am not only from Tanzania but from the tribe of eswatini a foreign daughters of rain of Malawi, bronzed by the sprite of Kenya toiling the frozen nile, Gather essence of Botswana Africans needs a charm, bear foot sons of Uganda, children of Rwanda forsakes the skies of golden dreams, dream hemm dream hooo oh African offspring.

23/01/2023

I went to war without a battle to fist,
Believe me you and I are common in our differences,
Out of our differences are no wants but demands,
As said been served dinner within ill misconception of unity,
Hear doesn't mean should be the some in our collective thoughts.

In Africa we say serous!!!

02/01/2023

Papa
Seeing you, cry every morning,
Very early before beginning of the day,
"There is Beast on the track waiting to disown my breath",
A stormy hot ocean I need to pass through,
I even swear I may be better off without you you sometimes,
I layed out a mark not that is January but,
Winter is coming with a pink iron t-shirt sized of a miracle elephant,
Lions will be opened once again, dressed in black shepherd trouser green socks,
Papa!!! Don't say that you making me nervous and scared,
Said son look me in the eyes, how much it hurts to you multiple it 70 times infinite,
Those are my tears that never went dry,
Clueless and ignorant to emotions and thoughts questions,
I have for this calendar,
Only Papa knows,

Morning prayer 🥺😔🥺

01/01/2023

The Gray
Gray cornered Sam,
Black Sam wrote a letter,
A letter to the unfortunate destiny,
Violent tone broken rented scars,
Second time, I booked a flight to the table in Rome,
More than a dream could I dearly make sense,
My love for words stole my heart into passion, so many thoughts come to pass, wishing we meet
And never give Gray a song.

I know you from Parii ngwana matepe a Paris ...

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