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The Power of Creation by Baleseng Mfolo

[tabby title="Poem"] As I take a walk around in nature;I tend to ask myself;What can I compare to the beauty of creation?It must be something with inner beauty;It must be something with taste;It must be something with deep restorative power;It...

My Father’s Hands by Chestlyn Draghoender

[tabby title="Poem"] I wasn't raised by my father's hands.Those tiny hands couldn't raise a monkeyeven if they wanted to.When he visited I kept my fingers crossed,In the hope that my mother wouldn't see himand lose her temper. I wasn't raised...

My Suid Afrika by Jan Grundling

[tabby title="Poem"] Van hier het ek gekykDie son se wit opkomsSy sak in vele kleurJou berge het my gelokLaat wonderWat lê agter elke fenomeenDie Kaap van stormsHet my laat gloDat jy ook maar ‘n einde hetDat in alle mooi‘n begin...

Departure by Lesego Ntsime

[tabby title="Poem"] His gait is furtive as his back glances at me,the deafening silence does not seem to dissuade him.Innocuous footsteps...Our souls no longer dance in camaraderie.Cumbersome breaths...A cavalcade of shadows of the man he once was.The acrid smell of...

I AM ME by Cardinal

[tabby title="Poem"] I am meI am black and poorI am meI wear outdated clothesI am meI don’t own a cologneI am meI don’t speak profound EnglishI am me!!! I am talentedI am skillfulI am courageousI am BeautifulI am strongI am...