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Is it victory after all? The many battles we are dragged to, when all our hearts wanted was a gemstone close to it... now we are lost at sea, negotiating wars for peace, trading youth for shells, losing all to win something... is it victory after all? #poetry #poems #poemsfromafrica #africanpoet #africanwriter #africanliterature #blackwriter #blackpoets #blackgirl #girlatthebeach #beach #philosophy #philosophicalpoetry #victory #peaceofmind #peace #battle #love #feminist #feminism #womensupportingwomen #womenempowerment #africanart https://www.instagram.com/p/CEAG2QtJGYq/?igshid=fz0qziwg5ax3
Beautiful, brave of heart
Calamity befalls you
You’re true puppet of woe
You’ve been kissed by love and hate just the same
You’ve seen it all
It’s time to go home
No, it’s not depression.
This here, is far too distinguished a feeling.
It’s enlightenment,
a handshake with fate,
reconciliation with life
Beautiful, brave of heart
hanging from a rope
Your neck carelessly bound
The orchestration of your own murder
Imprecise and ghastly. And how gorgeous it all was.
A lifeless face
Aggrieved and delicate
I’ve never seen one more beautiful
Go forth, go fast, go slow, die at your own pace
Make it beautiful, go gently. Pathetically.
Do not let the gods take you away
Bow out at your time, relinquish them of their might
Do not let them win, never let them win
Till we meet again
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How do you suppose we kiss, when your head is stuck in the clouds?
Piss stains on the bathroom wall, screaming out I love you
My affections, uncouth as can be, these vile creatures of which I’m sure, you wish were a lot less robust; teeth puncturing a lip in which a universe resides, the choking of a neck, setting free at once, a nation that has long stampeded upon your tranquillity, murdering your inhibitions, structuring a grand coffin for each one, oh, what a mournful celebration on this bed we call home, our desires cushioned by vices.
I do, of course, wish refinery upon the manner in which we love, but it is the vulgarity in our romance that has kept us breathing for so long. Although through contamination, we’re heaving still, breathing still. Many don’t, many die. So, fuck you, and I of course deserve one, too. That is how we love, we give a fuck.
A probability
A random occurrence
A candle in a home with an abundance of diamond chandeliers.
Insignificant .