I am Sefofane Shabalala born in 1993 June on the 19th, raised by a single parent my dearest mom, you can call me a mommies boy,
I love poetry I could say it found me 2007 when I was doing my grade 7, I wasnt quite serious about it till recent years I realise
its something that helps me cope and think clearly.
One day at the time we will finally prevail,
We might hope for the best though the worst come forth, never giveup because that's how this life challenges our objectives.
Never make the life you live this moment an excuse to your failures because struggle isn't a place you been to, you might be born in poverty yet you stand the expedition of the future you lead.
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I thought I should talk about something different today,
I thought I should talk about a gift,
A gift that can't be given nor stolen from you,
A gift that you and only you could choose whether to share or not.
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In the beginning there was nothing, lonely in space I orbited, Shaded blind till she came along my dearest friend illuminated My surface yet she couldn't come closer as she was furiously Blazing I couldn't handle, yet my days of darkness where then over Then it hit me, the hollow within throughout grew hideously it made Sense that something was missing because lonely still I felt.
My tears grew to streams, then I thought of ways to maintain myself Through seasons yet it wasn't enough as obstacles grew rapidly I needed Assistance thought of things big and small till you evolved to supreme, Things where habitual till you started studding my nature, existence, life, My elements and molecules, atmosphere, space and beyond reach, Fond I was till you started to edifice my surface I was never the same, Doing good by and for existence you said, yet slowly my resources, Depleted I was no longer the same.
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Intoxicated by you, flawlessly I thought we could relate Yet your flaws divulged, blind you thought I were yet Vividly I saw through that perfect corny smile, kept me Contemplating were you really hurt before like you told me.
Love is blind so they say yet what if I realised your imperfections Then decided not care though to show you, you could be Loved and cared for like you were created to be yet you were not Ready to be… Were you ever telling the truth or just lied through your teeth That you made me believe in love again only to find myself drowning Again through your nobble, I turned my imperfections into noble For you girl, was I ever a fool for love? I guess you'll figure that out.
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