Wednesday 24th May 2017,
Poetry Potion

Buried In My Back Yard by Philani Nombika

Philani Nombika 28 July 2015 a poem a day challenge, poetry Comments Off on Buried In My Back Yard by Philani Nombika
We are known for our lightness
Sun absorbing skin we smile the loudest
Deafening pulse our hearts know these streets will never forgive us
For we have given the most tender parts of us
We have surrendered our souls to belong in these corners that tear holes in our pocket so they stay empty even when we fill them
We are gods who have been reduced to beggars to fuel this city we call home
Because our hearts find refuge this city on cold winter nights
We have been dying for as long as we have lived here

We have seen these dead end alleys bury our heroes, mothers, fathers and daughters yet we still call them home because it’s all we have ever known
Don’t fight, fall inline like the rest seems to be the routine we have adopted
Keep your head down for the nail that stands out gets the hammer
Are we pawns in a game?
Sacrificed at will to protect the queen who has not set foot in my home?
We have been falling for as long as we first knew how to stand
Begging ever since the first stomach growl
Our bellies have never been full yet we never cry, we have became wolf in our skin we lick our wounds
Dead End
Our wrists are slits and bare, lines naked in readiness for suicide notes
Poetry was just another cry
Torn jeans was never just a style
Bracelets were fashionable just to hide the scars
Dreads locked because that’s just who we are

Philani is young poet who grew up in the township of Umlazi who found an outlet in poetry. He has been perfoming poetry since 2011. Most of his poems are inspired by his life experiences and his attempt to find his place in a ocean of people. Philani is awesome. He is a nowadays poet

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