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Respiration by Lerato Matshwane

[tabby title="Poem"] Pause. I gulp. The taste of my last meal lingers on my tongue. A reminder that I have always been, before knowing you. Inhale. I don't want to ruin the sanctity of this stolen moment. "Look aside. Don't...

Woman by Lerato Matshwane

[tabby title="Poem"] "I wonder if you will remember me Pass my husband's name Will my name echo in the ears of your children's children? Will vigorous tongues set your hearts alight in memory of my life? Will I be an open...

We are stumps by Lerato Matshwane

[tabby title="Poem"] We are stumps Cut down & brown Felled ,desolate forests & velds . It rings true that our rings tell of the truth We were here before they came Of ages before these pages Our roots find routes...

Sometimes a poem just wants to be written by Lerato Matshwane

[tabby title="Poem"] The canvas of paper seeking food to be bitten Chew, swallow, ruminate, utter, and listen Forking through madness we have yet to be ridden Grabbing the knife of reason as we cut off all the thoughts that hold...