Jst an ordinary guy under da sun, a son of man who grew in a deep rural area, east of mpumalanga.Grew under da warm hands of a loving male 'n female, my parents of coarse.I am passionate abt writting, I want 2 write, read, write, read, write...
Stand not on the way of my pen.
Of a rooster chasing a hen,
I've got that desire to write.
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Is it my eye,
My mind or heart?
That grows feelings in me,
The blazing love within.
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If being a man means...
Insensitivity, sexual immorality-
And forsaking your own identity.
Breaking vows-
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I made it first inner the oval.
Went out through the birth canal-
With loose 'n weak bones,
And unfolded hands to a world of my own.
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