Words of honor and the words
that were true even though pain
was with you. Prayers of the heart and
the words of the spirit that comforted
you. Prayer that lasts and the pain that
fades away. You still look back at the times
when men had spite towards you. Words were
aimed to kill the spirit given unto you.
The cold lonely nights you had, pain was all
you endured. The pain you felt on your knees
for the men you prayed for. Evil men they used to
be, and you ensured that love was all that they should secure.
Days when tears never seemed to end. You sang your
heart out on the paper made from forgotten trust and
self-pity when days never went your way. Praises you
received from the great, you genuinely passed it away
like a meal given to the unfed. A great woman you are they said.
Sincerity is food for the soul, and love is the wine for the heart.
Your words that were well said.
Dedication to Maya Angelou and may your soul rest in peace
and you will be missed dearly
The broken black girl
/ singing praises to the almighty.
/ Her fine adjusted vocal cords
/ designed for creating symphonies-
/ is used to show excitement when she
/ is about climax- while making love to
/ Blessed with beauty although empty
/ eternally-every blessing has a specific curse. read more »
Abandoned unity, forgotten trust- all
/ our brothers are living for lust.
/ But alas Africa mourns for the
/ precious gifts and marvelous wisdom
/ given to our forefathers which they showed
/ us with much affection.
/ We have been lead astray, Africa mourns
/ for we have neglected our own. Africans read more »
At times our light attracts negative
/ Energies. We have become homes
/ To spirits that are not welcome.
/ Every day we envy and despise
/ Individuals who burn their torches,
/ Yet we forget to ignite the fire
/ From within.
/ Never parade another man’s light,
/ When you dim your light seeking the
/ Light read more »
Brendon Tawanda Takarinda
Johannesburg, South Africa
October 17, 2016
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