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by Bo Lanier, Dec 1, 2016

Well and you are a freedom / lover if anything so archer / of my dreams go on and / spread your wings as / lightning goes to the sky in / the blink of an eye you / disappear again, born of the / wind...Sagittarius carefree / and adventurous, traveling / heavenly roads and now / only God knows where / you are… read more »

»Just In Time for the Holidays«

by Bo Lanier, Dec 1, 2016

Well and it seems everybody must be doing their last / Minute Christmas shopping today / So now I avoid the interstate after the standstill I was / In this morning / I've heard your new hit song on the radio twice already / Babe well maybe you're listening to my new cd / Christmas Spirit as you… read more »

»Gertrude wash your dirty hands«

by Pride Mguli, Dec 1, 2016

They are not dirty Klein Missus, / They are black, like the rest of my body. / My face, my legs and my breasts - that's black. / Not like you quipped the other day: / As black as sin; as black as a thief; as black as a killer. / Not like how your ancestors taught: / Black as night. / / These hands have… read more »


by Brendon Tawanda Takarinda, Nov 28, 2016

Swallowed by my thoughts, / Digested by my feelings and / Consumed by the mind, my / Guilty conscience is devouring / At my flesh, as a carcass of my / Former self remains. / / I aim to obtain the knowledge / Of this vast world were lions / Are weak and impalas are strong, / The rich serve the poor, the… read more »

»The Night«

by Brendon Tawanda Takarinda, Nov 28, 2016

Sweet sips of red wine / Livens the spine, the cold / Breeze gently caressing the / Back. Time is slowly ticking / Music in the background / Initiating the mood. As your / Fingers slowly touch the shoulders, / The body slowly winding and as a / Seductive temptress you bite your / Tender lips. As you move… read more »

»Shona Rhythms«

by Brendon Tawanda Takarinda, Nov 24, 2016

As the mountains echo / With the voices of Chimurenga / Warriors, the Rusape Forest contains / The music of children, mothers and / Daughters screaming for dear life. / The Mbira's mystical sounds reminding / Us of a past drenched with blood which / Sipped through the soil, and stripped the land of its… read more »

»For I Am«

by Brendon Tawanda Takarinda, Nov 24, 2016

The serene surroundings are / Comforting me as I look outside / The window and imagine the world / Around me. I embody energies of all / Kind as my spirit awakens and realizes / That it is one with every black man, woman / And child for I am: / The broken black woman / Filled with so much self-hatred, / An… read more »

»When I Count My Blessings«

by Bo Lanier, Nov 24, 2016

When I Count My Blessings I count you twice 'cuz it's / a miracle come true that you're even a part of my life / I have so much to be thankful for and I thank God / every day and every night but When I Count My Blessings / darling I always count you twice...well it's true we / often get distracted with… read more »

»My Wounded Spirit«

by Tlholohelo Ramatlhape, Nov 24, 2016

I see and hear, the dripping of the rain, it is in tandem with the beating of my heart, as I watch its drops fall on the thirsty ground and flow hurriedly, washing away the dryness and cooling the stifling heat in the dry air. / The rain is ironic in its similarity to the tears falling from my eyes,… read more »


by Tlholohelo Ramatlhape, Nov 24, 2016

I am consumed by the fire of anger that boils deep down inside of me, by the power of the hatred building up and raging in my belly. For I have been violated, I gave him my trust, and he betrayed it, taking my innocence, defiling me forever. / / I am consumed by the waves of despair and distress that… read more »