Relactividade
Riches and Poverty, everyone suffers in a different way, one just cant chose how to suffer none the less better!
By Elkan P.
black dominos
cursed with styreotypical psychological obsticles before ejaculated from testicles
although in night clubs blood flows out every night
poverty remains behind refusing to flow out of my black blood
poverty perverted my people with prostitution
like youthful cries buried in dark spiritual rhealms
with voices that cry in still silence
while parents urge that we persue education
politics stand firm as the back bone of corruption
forcing my sister to lay on her back to feed her past procecutions
for her hard fought education is worthless without money to purchase the right conections
my forefathers left me nothing but an inheritance of generational curses
generation to generation we keep falling like dominos of a black nationa
now i've learned the only way to overthrow dejavu is through castation
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
teach me to smile
Somebody teach me to smile
Through pain and grief:
Broken heart
Loved ones lost,
To smile and stifle this threatening whimper
No matter how brief the smile
Teach me to smile,
Smile in the face of poverty or illness
Children embraced by malnutrition
The cancerous spread of HIV/ AIDS
Let my smile spread ear to ear
As I offer my other cheek to life’s fierceness.
Teach me as genuine a smile as you can
So that death can’t see through it
As I stand before a mass grave
The shot, drowned or those with missing parts
Lying underfoot now because of “bravery”
Let me smile too as I mouth, “Blood bath”
Teach me that politician’s smile
To use when I hear or read of abuse or rape:
ABUSED WIFE, DEAD HUSBAND, MISSING CHILD
RAPED IN OWN BACKYARD.
Smile as I read these headlines
Smile to stop a tear from taking shape.
Somebody teach me to smile
For I have forgotten
So clouded is my vision with tears
That it’s almost unnatural to hear cheers.
My plea is for you to teach me to smile
Teach me if you too have not forgotten.
Fading dreams
We all have dreams as we grow-up in life
Dreaming of a good life
Life that is filled with honey and milk
Life of living in the most luxurious towns and driving
The top of the range cars
Yet we forget that success doesn’t come at just a snap of a finger
I tried looking for a shorter way towards success but only came across the long one
For the short one only leads to jail
Fading dreams leave my emotions dehydrated
When dreams fade hope leaves you
When dreams fade poverty take its tall
When dreams fade life standstill
When dreams fade our humanity leaves us
I saw my dreams fading when I neglected my passion
I saw my dreams fading when I thought I can do all without God by my side
I saw my dreams fading when I allowed people to take most important decisions of my life
I saw my dreams fading when those who have been before me tried showing me how is done, I did not listen for my mind was hypnotised with pride
I ‘m no longer a motivator who used to talk same sense in other people
I’m no longer the influencer of good hope
I’m no longer a listener of broken hearts
I’m no longer a leader that people were proud of.
Glue sniffer
There’s my street child
but for grace.
I thought,
snot encrusted face.
Wondered where
glue he bought.
Rural escapee, township despair,
matted hair.
Who mattered not
at pedestrian’s stare.
Reduced, nothing more
maddened look
Torn brown hand me downs,
hanging,
Bones on hips,
one hand from air to mouth
pointed fingers on thumb
banging lips
demanded, unfed.
Poverty stricken authority,
dirty fingers, maddened laugh
clutching empty juice plastic, filled half,
Stringy snot coloured glue
dented, cheeks, covering rim,
dead eyes, black dim
against city sky,
dirty orange sunset hue.
They ask;
“Did you
give him money
to buy more glue?”
22 May 2007
My Past of Lack
So ashamed of my past for it is so ugly
The past of poverty, the past of struggles
The past of lack is the past I was ashamed of
The past I refused to be associated with
Even though it is the life I lived
The past I refused to be labelled with
Even though it describes my life
I wanted a bright future full of riches
A future with abundance of opportunities
Limitless possibilities to conquer the world
A future that will brighten up my day every day
A future that glorifies my reason of existence
A future that constitute of inner peace and freedom
This is my life that has stolen me from my past
So ashamed of my past for it is so ugly
I was so ashamed that I lived in denial of my life
I hated suffering and I hated being poor
Poverty fuelled me continuously to reach for the stars
I aimed to turn things around and give them my flavor
I aimed to convert my fantasy world into reality
I wanted to achieve and portray the image I desired
I wanted to make my dreams comes true
To deprive my past of lack any piece of me
I was so ashamed but now I am proud.
Rural fears
I lived in a stable household.
I wore pampers when i was little,
got my three times a day meal.
Had a colour TV, had poppies and their houses.
We were living the rich and famous lifestyle.
Digesting the above said
I still live in poverty,
poverty of the unknown,
unknown future which
i am to know.
I fear cause I dont want to end up in
my neighbours unforseen, unpleasant
circumstance.
Their lives are a scary truth of what
might be…
Their soulful spirits filled with nothing but love,
yet their stomachs make sounds of hunger.
I have everything in my grandmother's house,
but not far from her…just a couple
of footsteps… is a constructed
house, a house of my rural fears.