His World · Poetry

The Forgotten

I was born blind,Unable to see my mother's smileIf ever I did make her smile,Or the proud look of my fatherIf ever he was proud of me,It wasn't too long until society turned a blind eye to me,Isolated,Forgotten... I was deaf,Never heard the birds chirping,Waterfalls cascading down rocky riverbeds,Or even an "I love you" from… Continue reading The Forgotten

His World

She is someone…

Sometimes my prayers go up in the form of tears,And to me that's a privilege because somewhere out there, a million prayers go up in the form of blood and rape wounds... I ponder on the man privilege that I have been born into; how I can walk on the streets of the rape capital… Continue reading She is someone…

Poetry

2020.

It's human nature to see people as the sin they committed and overlook the change they underwent. For most, this year was a winter. Our leaves dwindled and exposed our nudity and we saw the veracity of what we are truly made of. The insecurities we buried deep within our subconscious, the loneliness, the need… Continue reading 2020.

Poetry

Seasons~ with Lizza Tshowa

Deep breath in,Then I slowly release,An intimate exchange of energy between nature and I,As I add a droplet to an ocean, A snowflake to an avalanche,I take in the essence of life.I realise that I am just a grain of sand in God's hourglass,Subjected to the motion of His hand as He masterfully changes seasons...… Continue reading Seasons~ with Lizza Tshowa

Poetry

Mansion

Existing,Breathing,Expressing the basic functions of a living being,And yet, barely living,A soul robbed of love in its entirety... A five bedroom mansion,Dad in one corner and mom in the other,A well built house, and yet, a broken home,Torn apart, forced to choose, Between two parts of the same heart, And neither could ever be enough...… Continue reading Mansion

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Mental Health Awareness

About 400 million people suffer from mental health disorders worldwide, and that's just the recorded cases. 400 million...Some playing the violin with their wrists hoping someone would hear the melody, Some passionately swimming in pools of alcohol trying to drown their pain,Some silently screaming their lungs out hoping that someone would peep through the windows… Continue reading Mental Health Awareness

Poetry

Watered down

We try to hide our feelingsSo we put make up on our hearts And from its abundance we speak in euphemism,A watered down form of love with no depth,Unable to pierce through the thick layers of foundation, concealers and blush, So our words become weak,Just paint brushes stroking the surface;Full of fear,Our feet get cold,We… Continue reading Watered down

Poetry

Hope

Like needles of light piercing through a forest,The shadow of a falling leaf and the break between the lub and dub of a heartbeat,I go unnoticed,But I'm there... In between breaths and the blinking of eyes,Moments of introspection to tell truths from lies,I hang on to the dying breaths or rather the evidence of life,… Continue reading Hope

Poetry

Sensitive Black Man

Genesis Man,Learn to love...Let streams of waters flow through neglected lands,To resurrect what once was and to bring forth what was always meant to be but was never allowed to surface...Go a little bit deeper,Run your fingers through the riversLike a comb through your kinky hair,Feel every wave,Let your pulse imitate the rhythm of love...Wash… Continue reading Sensitive Black Man

Poetry

Silence

Writing use to come naturally to me. A words overflowing in my mind, words I am unable to utter. My silence was expressed on paper, My deepest feeling; pain and hurt But lately, I haven't been feeling at all; no pain, no hurt most of all no love. Everything is just gone. My ability to… Continue reading Silence