Category: BWA Poetry Space

Truth Be Told!!!

I have a soft spot for you No! Let me rephrase this I will moan softly for you

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HITCH-HIKE

I did that a lot The thumbs up sign was new to me So I did it a lot I met strangers that way Got to work easier that way Got more money faster that way With one sign I got so many things But even that was not enough I wanted more There is […]

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BREAKING TIES

Where I come from, we are thought to fight Fight for food, water and even life But here things so different Things so easy, things not much difficult I begin to relax and speak how I speak But they don’t understand me So I have to learn To be like one of them, I have […]

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A Letter To The World

To the gentle, I hope you never lose your chill, Even if you get pushed to the wall. To the crazy, I hope you never lose your steam, I hope you never fade away. To the inquisitive, I hope you never lose your thirst for more knowledge, I hope you never lose yourself in the […]

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SENSUALITY

Your waist beads, Go well with your female backside.

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LET MY LOVE

Let my love for you be like a whisper in the valley, Let it resonate… Let my love for you be like an oasis in the desert, Let it quench your thirst and refresh you… Let my love be like food during famine, Let it nourish and strengthen you… Let my love for you be […]

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CROSSING BORDERS

“Let us believe” they say  I am tired of believing Opening up myself to deceitful leaders Who care less if we return alive or rot trying to escape My father and motherland have nothing for me I have to journey to where I can be my own person Say what I want to say Judge […]

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BABARIC

Like animals, they say our fore fathers moved Stopping to smell the stench their anus gave Once I used to stand angry Because then ignorance ruled my brain like a pest Now I agree, Now I see, What the clay like skins we have do to us It moulds some brains into redundancy Stagnancy and […]

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CLAY-LIKE

In old times; Our class had a time for pottery We mixed raw clay with water and drew various shapes It blended with our skins No one stood out different I laugh when I remember times I once thought glorious Now a shame to myself I should tell you, but I won’t

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THE STRIPPER IS TO THE POLE…

The pole is her muse With every swift but erotic turn She is stuffed with money And her fans left with a rock hard ERECTION!!!

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