The Skin Comments

Friday at 3: 47pm · Like Leboh Mmagwe Semmie Itumeleng i lyk... Friday at 4: 34pm · Unlike · 1 Kwambala Lesego Kwambala Hehe and I like the neutrality of your work, the reality is that when u poem black and white we categorise you as being racist bt u have silenced us by browning your poem Friday at 4: 43pm via mobile · Unlike · 1 Buyile Ekzyl Mambo i write like a reader, too. Friday at 4: 44pm · Like Kwambala Lesego Kwambala And that's the secret u ought to uphold at all times, the readers shud always be on your mind and u shud be a reader too Friday at 4: 47pm via mobile · Unlike · 1 Buyile Ekzyl Mambo I like that mi king, many thanks for reading, too. Friday at 4: 48pm · Like · 1 Nobert Mathumo Bless Mr browny, love ur self, love life, and all that the most high has created, erase the need on all to be debated, and to be hated, color is a reflection in my eyes, but painted by my soul..over and above.. Friday at 5: 29pm · Unlike · 1 Buyile Ekzyl Mambo Szeeen Friday at 7: 22pm via mobile · Like Buyile Ekzyl Mambo the artistic appeal to end racism, discrimination/xenophobia.. Saturday at 4: 57am via mobile · Like Buyile Ekzyl Mambo as the wind blows from its source, so is the skin to its cause. Saturday at 2: 59pm via mobile · Like Buyile Ekzyl Mambo by the rainbow over distance Saturday at 7: 00pm via mobile · Like Buyile Ekzyl Mambo by the rainbow over distance Saturday at 7: 00pm via mobile · Like October Priskath Katlholo The skin that chose to envelope my body in black 3 hours ago via mobile · Unlike · 1 Buyile Ekzyl Mambo and soiled me to the sands of the bare sun under the mansions of the deep jungles of my heritage and regard. thanks October Priskath Katlholo, its all in the skin.. 56 minutes ago · Like · 1

well penned thank for sharing

Charlotte Oageng likes this. Charlotte Oageng: I definitely in in love wit this piece 3 minutes ago · Like Buyile Ekzyl Mambo: thanks. pieces of thought and reality among pieces of pieces of certain perceptions that purely misdirect or does to our instincts and regard. a line in between the lines of life to which we have come to live with, let alone dead with. a few seconds ago · Like