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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...

Thursday, November 4, 2010

There's gotta be someone for me...

There's gotta be someone that was born...
Not created nor made, but took place...
Conceived through intercourse of reliance, passion and blessing
There's gotta be someone that cried
As a consequence of pain, surrender and joy where the drops signify fire where one can see a salty smile
There's gotta be someone...
Someone for me...

Someone that crawled...
Slow movements into a meaningful walk where we can lift our hearts step-by-step with understanding that we will hit rock bottom...
Sit... Someone who waits to run... not away but to you...

There's gotta be someone for me...
Someone whose passionate and shows the strong emotion...
Of listening, not hearing.
Feeling, not touching.
Observing, not seeing.
Sensing, not knowing.

There's gotta be someone that doesn't want to think it but to be...
Someone that's for me, not by me

Shouts of silence because I'm for me...
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I don't wanna be...

I don't wanna be...
No, I wanna see...

I wanna see the wrong, not experience it
I wanna see the change, not change it
I wanna see faith, not be an example of unfaithfulness
I wanna see love, not be in love...


I wanna express myself, not be expressed
I wanna live and have your heart, not exist and lend it


I don't wanna see me love where I can be love
I don't wanna see unfaithfulness where I can be faith
I don't wanna give you a chance, I want you to be the chance
I don't wanna live 'cause I'm alive, I wanna exist 'cause I don't wanna be in love...
Where you see yourself like a knife... Piercing and hurting...


No, I don't wanna be.
I wanna see
I am the experience, again...
The hurt and deceit, I don't wanna be...
Experience the teacher... Now I don't wanna be...
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