I AM WOMAN
I AM WOMAN,
I am not a feminist. I just love to celebrate my femininity. I love the curves on my thighs, the ones you stroke and caress when we indulge into our sexuality.
I am not a politician but I strive to fight for the right to pass my angelical vocals across this nation in song of liberation.
My chords chant spoken word of the days celebration, celebration of the coming of my unborn, celebration of the victory gained against a white injustice,
Against a black injustice;
Against a male injustice;
Against a corporate injustice;
Against a political injustice;
Against an economic injustice;
Against a sexual injustice;
It is I and only I who can deliver unto
life that which the seed of a man has planted
A seed that will conquer new land like the seeds of my counter parts
Who have led nations out of exile into harmony of a new nation’s heart
It is I who has wrinkled lines beneath my eyes from the many years of experience from the earth
It is I who gives you pleasure each night as you touch, stroke and caress my thigh
I have no degree in Philosophy yet I will pass of words of wisdom to the apple of mine eye so that he can
Enter into this life knowing that if he is to stand he is to stand for all
I am from down the road where I was violated, grabbed and stabbed and nearly raped but I escaped the disgust in your eyes, the filth of your touch and the evil of your breath
I do not give sight to the world that does not give ear to my consent
Hungry eyes have led me to feed on the greed to satisfy a material need
I have walked pass this road too many a times and still I see no change, still I cook you meals and bathe your young and bow down to you in this I am denied.
I am denied me
Give me the education because it will liberate me it will sanctify me
It will free me
Liberated I stand
I am mother to the earth
I am mother to your unborn
I am husband to my wife
I am wife to my husband
I am father to my son
I am CEO of this corporation
I am president to a nation
I am giver of life
I am teacher of five
Do not ask me who I am
For I am so many I am
I am woman.
By: Dorothy Diaz
Mvelinqangi
Kakade ubuhlezi ungigadile, nguwe loyo
Imisebenzi yami emihle ibikhuthazwa ubukhulu bakho
Izindlela zami bezikhanyiswa nguwe
Shono bengenza okuhle njalo
Okuhle engikuvunile bekuniselwa nguwe
Uyibekile induku ebandla
Ongazi ngeke athi akaboni
imiphumela ayinaku fihlwa
Nansi nje ihleli obala
Ungigqugquzelile ebunzimeni
ungifundisile ngaze ngagogoda
bathi ababoni kanjani kucace bha
ngiyaziqhenya ngawe qhawe lami
ungibhulele amazolo
wayihlahla indlela
wahlehlisa kwasani
namhlanje ngiwuthwele umqhele wempumelelo
Ngidamane ngibuncoma ubuqotho bakho
Phela, yibo lobu obungiholele lapha
waze wayindoda emadodeni
ungizwe kahle angisho ukuthi akubanga nazingqinamba
kodwa yizo zona impela ezingenze lomuntu engiwuye
In a World
In a World full of minds
In a World!
It gravels inside me, it moans
It yells – but it is a World full of great minds
In a World full of great minds
I still see people in poverty
I still see people going to war
I still see people dying of AIDS
I still see people unemployed
I still see people oppressed
Aaah- In a World
I stand to honour those that have
Remarkably put their great minds to use
In a World
To those still awaiting for the start button to go green
It is time now!
In a World
In a World
In a World full of minds
In a World!
It gravels inside me, it moans
It yells – but it is a World full of great minds
In a World full of great minds
I still see people in poverty
I still see people going to war
I still see people dying of AIDS
I still see people unemployed
I still see people oppressed
Aaah- In a World
I stand to honour those that have
Remarkably put their great minds to use
In a World
To those still awaiting for the start button to go green
It is time now!
In a World
The Ambulance
The Ambulance
I hear it ,every night, painfully whistling a solemn tune;
rushing to yet another hopeless rescue of yet another wasted life.
Its wheels leave a trail of anxiety in their wake,
As they quickly dance away to an unrehearsed scene.
The cruelty of time plays an evil game with life
As death’s latest target fights for one more glimpse at hope.
Sweat soaks the steering wheel as the mechanical angel
Meanders her way in and out of forgotten alleys,
Seeking the one place where a child is at deaths reach.
She forgets the law with each red-eyed robot that comes her way,
For fate obeys no law.
Driven by love and fueled by passion,
She slowly comes to a halt as she reaches
The ones who had been tearfully waiting for her.
They are silent, but their eyes pose a million questions.
What had taken her so long?
She cannot answer at a time where only questions can be asked.
The young man is gently placed
Deep in the depths of her stomach;In her womb.
Secure in life saving support, death has no place.
For life has been given one more moment with the child.
They stand ,just as they had been when she had come,
praying for a better day.
November 7
November 7
Angels parade our streets as if it were a familiar sight,
The sun shines majestically above, careful not to burn.
Children dance away to unheard melodies
As the world makes another unexpected turn.
Grace is granted on yet another death bed;
History is made as the gods bring forth new life.
Hope is restored for yet another soul, trapped in confusion.
Time is given to those fighting to survive.
Who knew that the pains of the heart would soon be numbed;
Or that fear would give rise to new strength.
Whispers of faith sound in the ears of the weary
As the road to freedom suddenly measures a more comfortable length.
A day often forgotten and seldom recognized
Has seen the evolution of an earth to a heaven.
In the blink of an eye we witness a revolution,
As we fly away to another dimension on November 7.
Hurt me
Hurt me
My love will you please hold me
And guide me from my fears
My angel will you save me
And wipe away my tears
Sweet love, will you please tell me
How much I mean to you
My love will you please help me
And let me love you too
My love will you please need me
And make me wake inside
Because, my love, for too long now
All I do is hide
My love you know I trust you
And I’ll give you everything I am
Just as long as I know for sure
You’ll always feel the same
My love why are you hurting me?
You know I need you so
My love is it because you realize
I cannot let you go?
My angel please remember
You’re holding everything I claim
Why is this becoming
Just another game?
My love I’ll never forget you
Or what you helped me see
You were and always will be
The shame I feel in me
Who are the parents to this blossoming flowers
We crucify our selfs on the cross with nails of lies,
Mental illness of those in pain
Cloudy weather in their heads,now clouds melt rain drops
besides their nose' skull,tear drops of this confused political ambasadas.
Who are the parents to this blossoming flowers?
We crucify our selfs again to suffer
I rather send my selfs to this Fathers, who are paid by Lusifa to kill our Sisters and Mothers.
The lost generation is between our Brothers,
whom are claiming to be Comrades
AMANDLA!
They shout with their fists high.
Now this Satanic members are rolling their Kanja zol with tissue rizzler.
We pass everyday the tombstones of people who were Comrades
those who knew AMANDLA was the key to suck thirst,
drinking blood of white people's coca-cola bottle.
The demons are now in the hearts of our well known Comrades!
Whom are opening opportunities to their family members and friends.
Hance we wash our hands with liquid soap of unemployment.
Now this bastards are starting to defuse our engaged brains,but still
we are the mind interrupters of political marriages.
And the sun is lighting deem to those in powerade drinks.
The question is, who are the parents to this blossoming flowers?
The melodious fut sound from their asses mouth.
The political propagandas from their blood veins,
ooh God this politicians are insane.
They pave themselves a way to Heaven in Hell.
They reflect in the mirrors of
Lusifa's eyes
are poisoners anacondas.
They open their naked neck's pipes to feed us with believerble lies
The question remains.
Who are the parents to this blossoming flowers?
For the bible reads
Release your soul from this chains of sorrow.
fearless hearts of demonic spears,
in your heart you still have this fear.
The stories we were told were never clear,
Of God and Lusifa's fight
the stories are still non clear in our minds that is why they still haunt
us at night.
Our future can never be clearly bright
As they say Lusifa is always on our sight.
Release your soul from this chains of sorrow.
fearless hearts of demonic spears,
in your heart you still have this fear.
The stories we were told were never clear,
Of David and Goliath's fight
God said "THOU SHALL NOT KILL"
But he did send David to kill Goliath
so this stories are still not clear in our minds.
Release your soul from this chains of sorrow.
fearless hearts of demonic spears,
in your heart you still have this fear.
The stories we were told were never clear,
if it's true God knew us before we were born and he knew our future Why
did he let Cain kill Abel
For the bible reads God said "THOU SHALL NOT KILL".
Release your soul from this chains of sorrow.
fearless hearts of demonic spears,
in your heart you still have this fear.
The stories we were told were never clear,
of Samson and the Philistines
when Samson killed more than thousands Philistines alone
with God's permission
And don't forget for the bible reads
God said "THOU SHALL NOT KILL"
so this stories are still not clear in our minds.
Release your soul from this chains of sorrow.
fearless hearts of demonic spears,
in your heart you still have this fear.
The stories we read in the bible are never clear
Because most of the killers in the bible are given permission by GOD to
kill and don't forget for the bible reads
God said "THOU SHALL NOT KILL"
Ba ja botjha ba bona
Mekgubu ya bona e kgabile ka masale
Ba masoba malemeng
Ba metako maraong
Marikgwe a matha tlasa dikgoropo
Ekare ba ithomme
Ha ba tsamaya ba ya thakasa
Ekare ke hona ba ithutang ho tsamaya
Tlamasetala ke makgulo a bona a matala
Ha se ba se tsubile hantle
Eba difonthwane tsa bohata
Ba matla a ho pshatla tlou lehata
Motho wa bona ha a tshabe le ho lahlela ngwana
Ka hara tjhekase e ntsho ya matlakala
A e fase lefito hodimo mane
A e nyahlatse thotobolong
Ha a qeta a be a bina fela se reng:
"Jwale thoto ya dibe tsa ka e tlusitswe"
Ka nako tseo tsohle
Ba be ba re:
Ba ja botjha ba bona
Ka nako tseo tsohle
Ba be ba re:
Ba ja botjha ba bona
Ka nako tseo tsohle
Ba be ba re:
Ba ja botjha ba bona