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Hands by Nokwazi Pholose

[tabs tab1="Poetry" tab2="Poet Bio"] [tab id=1]Your hands are mine, Only with a few more dimes. The fingers are the same, Scratching through magazines and traveling books in search of ideas for fame. Your hands are mine, Just with a little...

Heal me by Nokwazi Pholose

[tabby title="Poem"] Dear Lord My spirit is sick, my flesh stinks of humiliation, My mind is a harbour of defeat and hopelessness and My heart remembers not the sounds of jubilation. I cry in silence and push back the tears...