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Pretoria, Gauteng, South Africa
I grew up in the dusty streets of Soshanguve, a township in Pretoria; South Africa. Grew up with my mother who is an amazing woman that raised my brother and I all by herself. For curiosity reasons, my parents are divorced and my mother is just amazing enough to look after the both of us. I found out at a young age that I'd lost my sister and faced with numerous other challenges growing up, poetry was my way out. That played a big role in who I am today and has earned me a few achievements,the biggest being granted the opportunity of being a published poet in an Anthology called "Daybreak" and having earned other achievements and also making a start of writing for a few artists and producers. I'm too a daughter, a friend, an aunt, a blessing, a miracle, a lyricist, and therefore, a lyrical miracle. I'm not unique because I'm not like everyone else 'cause everyone's unique... Get me?? I love music, i love drama, i love basketball (i DO play it but I'm no player), I love my mother, I love myself and my first love, i love poetry...

Monday, April 26, 2010

This is a useless poem...

This is a useless poem because I hate the fact that you hate the fact that I'm in love with you...
But I love tha fact that you once did...
It cuts me deep, whereas, I have to drill it down to the fact that I hate tha fact that I once had you...

This is a useless poem because I was once told that you gotta want something hard enough to get it...
And yet, I wanted it so bad, I lost it...
I always say, I don't cry 'cause I give my pen tha pleasure of flowing ink tears....
But I'm not gon' say I've been teary eyed but I'm reaching that stage...

Actually, I've reached a stage whereas I'm writing useless poems to give an act of love...
But I always ask myself, why love when love hates me so much????

There's room for everything in a full heart, room for nothing in an empty one but only room for you in mine...
I express myself through poetry and my emotions are neither added nor imitated...
But now are rotations of what I potray myself as...
Like turn a smile upside down...

This is a useless poem because it's not gonna be considered but hope never raised any dust...
This is a useless poem because no words can describe what i feel, but I am no dictionary....
This is a useless poem because I don't wanna love, whereas, you don't me....
But this is a useful poem because now you know I share a deep affection with you...
My only hope is so i can too be your Boo, see???

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