Blind

Being oppressed everyday iam, yet iam blind
I am oppressed as a compressor yet it moves but I am blind
As I am being referred as black because I lack yet am blind
I lack to see oppression that’s why I suffer from depression
I am blind as I do not see the use of my mother tongue
Iam blind as I pronounce Karabo as karaboo
Am I caged as an animal in the zoo
When will I open my eyes and see
Yes see the truth and face reality
And become me an African.

Human Right

I rest my era fractures on a pillow of broken chains
Waiting for that good dawn to take away my pains.
Centered  before time and race,
Questioning the soil of my true origin.
Born before the grey stone with a black skin  

Freedom

FREEDOM

Isn't the word supposed to say it all,
still here we fall…
Well ..freedom is as free as you are,
one question ..how far?

The realisation and exceptance of freedom,
how much would you free them?
And when they are free ..are they free?
Like you would be!

Th e suffering of the many,
why doesn't that ..cost money?
In my heart I hope freedom last's forever,
to be forever free, away from those who say never!

Now ..i am not afraid any more,
as calm as the shore, with hope to adore…
The awakening of the truth ..the spiritual freedom and togetherness,
the endlesness of forgiveness..

Freedom…Freedom…

2005
(Lentswe poetry project entry)