[tabs tab1="Poem" tab2="Poet Bio" ] The voices of her ancestries sang endless ditties, Nomthandazo.. A girl with prayers in her eyes. Her soft palms met to a tempo; Giving dead babies a throb for their underdeveloped hearts Her face stared...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] The people are not people without hands soaked in solemn. Ice cold; shivering, They are graves stuck between Heaven and Hell Death is a flag planted in their frozen veins. Yet they walk with splinter covered feet;...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Used to have pillow fights Now they exchange blows Because jobs cost more than just a skill Bosses have needs you fulfill, Single mom trying to make ends-meet Only to meet her end Traded in by her...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] We die not the same death But death mortal rests in, Hearts attack, Minds stop working in a sense that living is of nonsense to some, Death beds cuddlesome, While some die handsome, The very hand reached...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] writing prompt... there are too many people,and too few human beings Last seen, Scene caused in the city center. Cents dance on the concrete , Singing to their throwing for his drawing, My reciting. Cents I said!!!...