Shaka

Soil enriched by blood shed from black men who fought for acceptance.

Yellow sunflowers grow over the field  where their bodies were desecrated. 

Commemorating the beauty of their courage,

Their bones dance beneath the motherland.

Vacant

in the morning you will you will wake up to the imprint of where his body used to lay
you will stare into space where his eyes used to soul search into the warmth of your smile and the crinkles on your cheek. 
you will feel the coldness of having loved too deeply and losing it all too quickly
you will feel alone but he, 
he has already occupied that vacancy in his heart
a place you used to call home.

Dust

Dust (An Open Letter)

do you think what you’re doing to me is fair
to kiss me with the lips that you utter “I love you” to her?
to blatantly disrespect me
commanding me to love you when you know I always say I do.

you have made me your fool.
because,
I will travel through the hills of destruction
let these boulders tumble upon my bones 
till they are dust
but, only if it meant being with you.

and even on these steep mountains 
where the wind will carry my dust-form 
through the valleys of deceit 
into
rivers of lies
i will absorb you.

once the atoms of matter have attached me to you 
there we are: liquid and dust 
the sun will rise
shining mightiest in the sky.

and she will evaporate your existence from me.

there i am,
dust.
laying on the banks of heartbreak
and without your liquidation I too will erode along with them.

there you are.
there she is:
red
orange
yellow
the both of you will set.

making way for the black and purple sky who brings along a friend,
guiding light of the night
the moon - cratered and flawed.

he stays the night till evening becomes morn’
he promises to come back
i wait.

red
orange 
and yellow
she rises once again
devilish and bright she seeks for you amongst the bed of heartbreak where you had left me

but, you’re nowhere to be found.

overtime,
the sun kept setting
the moon came
day after day.

you were nowhere to be found.

overtime,
the sun rose
the moon disappeared 
day after day

you were nowhere to be found.

overtime, the moon asked me to be his - i said yes

you were nowhere to be found.

overtime,
the sun rose and then something strange happened,
clouds covered the sky.

it became dark, as dark as the night
red 
orange
and yellow
she tried to shine bright
to burn through the condensation but she was not strong enough.

the rumbling got louder
a white light flashed through the sky
but,
it was not as harsh as the rising star
nor as humble as the evening star
it was fierce,
it was passionate.

the rumbling got louder
the clouds became thicker
the flashes were quicker
and then you fell.

first in drops
then in sheets
then you poured, you poured yourself back to me.

as water you returned into the river of lies but I was no longer dust.

i had been loved so fiercely it moulded my integrity
i had been loved so deeply it strengthened my self worth
i had been loved back into my first form
bones.

and there you were flowing in your river of lies through the valleys of deceit
and my bones became the flesh that tumbled boulders into your banks 
and with each splash she took bits and pieces of you

red 
orange 
and yellow 
she became satisfied for i gave you to her without a fight.

do you think what you did to me was fair?
you kissed me
then
told her you love her
but,
I walked away from that disrespect

i’ll always love you but darling
by the sweat of my face i shall drip you till you return to the ground 
for out of it you were taken
but I, I am not dust

and to dust I refuse to return.

The Cure

i have loved depths out of you
redefined the illness in you making it a cure
your name has been purified by this beating heart.
out of all the bad the rest of the world sees in you
i only see good