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Langa’s Memoirs 2 by Hazel Tobo

[tabby title="Poem"] The last time we spokeI swallowed my decencyIt was enoughEnough of drowning the anger in my bedroomThat was constantly flooded with depressionIt was enoughEnough feeling ashamed at how my blood boiledIt was he who was to be ashamedIt...

A poem for my demons by Hazel Tobo

[tabby title="Poem"] This is for the suffocation For the raging dreams of war For the tears that nobody sees For the moments home became dilapidated For the times my heart fell victim to war For the times I couldn't look...

The river banks are sore by Hazel Tobo

[tabby title="Poem"] Here in the waters Are the songs of many swallowed in war Are the struggles of muted voices and their mourners Are the tears of martyred cultures, the river banks are sore. In caves echoes wisdom muffled by...

Old Place by Hazel Tobo

[tabby title="Poem"] She is an old place A forgotten space Undeniable, that she bares a future under her eyelids Strong woman with rebels for kids Her palms are psalms That shake the earth when she raises her arms. [tabby title="Poet...

Solicits by Hazel Tobo

[tabby title="Poem"] On the ground We are bottling in secrets In a heap of less hope than more We are wasted in the populated air The congested soil And the crowded nothingness That keeps us from being picked up. [tabby...