Like My Mobile

You are worth more to my heart than my mobile phone,

With a sweet voice that’s better than its usual ring tone,

I’d still have you when all is gone,

That way, am assured am never alone.

My phone a connection to my imaginary world,

While you make my real world,

An African lady with curves that’s round,

To you I’m forever bound.

Remember the photo we took together with my camera phone,

People said that’s a happy family,

Well they are right,

When I took one with my phone alone,

They called it a selfie,

That to me sounded more like selfish.

You keep me warm,

The phone just makes me look norm,

Without your connection am always out of form,

Like a tsunami made out of a bad storm.

A reply to Namatsis’ Like your mobile phone

Tamed

From where I was sited,

She stood in front of me with a short dress that’s fitted,

I could imagine her body only that it was covered by a tight thin piece of cloth,

Making my pole face the true north.

He boobs were cup shaped & my hands became itchy for a touch,

Her small nipples protruded pointing me,

As if warning me of the danger I’d go through to lick them,

If I’d get them they would know that all that we both want is the same.

As she turned to move away,

I could tell this was my day,

I could imagine her walking very slowly in a slow motion,

I think she could have given me some obsessive potion.

Her legs were the light kind chocolate,

Curved with perfection like she’d be the only lady with this part of the body called legs,

I’d kiss them from the feet up through the lap,

Leaving traces of a love bite map.

Her scent as she sat next to me I’d tell it was made from cupid’s breath,

She sat there carelessly as she didn’t worry of the weapon I had in length,

My mind wildly undressing her and making love to her,

My body wishing we could be at par,

But at the back of my mind we had a deal,

I had to tame me.

Tearless

As my fellow black people where enslaved and picking cottons,

I have been in my grave picking out condoms,

I’m not ashamed that I’m a prostitute,

At least that’s what I’m branded by those who don’t appreciate me nude.

Well, this didn’t just start for fun,

It’s neither a thing that I had to learn,

If asked I’d probably be a nun,

But hey I have to feed my son.

No one appreciates me,

I was raped and threatened not to say a word,

I gathered courage to tell my father,

As a girl, I was referred to my mother.

I was raped repeatedly,

I got used to it immediately,

This was now my reality,

Of men who carelessly abused my fertility.

Now I do this for a pay,

To the at least I appreciate myself each day,

To my kid I’m the bright light in the sky,

The one that brightens our dark ways.

All he knows is that I work late,

I work for the state,

I’m that mum that’s great,

With him as my only man and every day date.

Call me careless,

I call myself fearless,

Doing that’s termed shameless,

By a community that left me helpless,

Being of a gender that isn’t shown fairness.

Eclipse

The rays of the sunlight penetrate through my bedroom window,

This is my best moments of the morning,

The rays lifts my eye lids with a bloody view the lids,

A smile is never difficult when all this natural beauty touches me at dawn.

I press the remote to a calmly comforting music,

Suddenly an eclipse on my view,

I have only seen but few,

Maybe one,

But this one is different,

The curves that forms the eclipse are exponential,

Meandering on my sight,

From the top of her height,

I could say whatever she is wearing, must be tight.

From my side you could see her sway,

Tempting as it seemed lay on the bed still,

I rubbed my eyes to see if it’s real,

I couldn’t wait to get to know her,

Maybe I can invite her in,

We can have a thing,

Pure and passionate that’s not sin,

A kiss that relaxes her chin,

One that ignites her kin,

One that defines what I mean this is not a fling.

Well this is how I feel about my lady,

She wakes up early and completes my dreams,

She’s new in every way and day,

When she asks is am ever tired of her,

I calmly answer have I started being blind?

Paupers Dream

The unending cold brought by this night cannot stop me from dreaming,

I slip inside the carton box that I inherited from my late neighbour,

I only got this because everyone in the street saw it fit to let me inherit it as we were close,

Otherwise I didn’t even get a single of his clothes,

He had a whole wardrobe that he wore yet he was buried naked,

The ‘friends’ in the street needed them more than the dead,

This life was worse than prison,

I guess God subjected us to his worldly Prison,

I’d ask myself but end up with no reason.

Tonight it was super windy and the box was blow away from my corner,

Funny that I dint even notice as I was dreaming how warm a blanket would be,

A royal bed away from all this trash and pee,

All that’s good and free,

Workers for me,

A family of three,

Shade under a garden of trees.

With the cold of early morning,

A man pissed at me yawning,

It felt nice as it was warm like a steamed water fall,

I rolled with excitement only to open my eyes to the amazement of that dude,

He used to be rude,

Pulling his cock out nude,

Pissing on my corner and on me yet it was clearly written on the walls,

Hakuna kukojoa hapa,

Yet a pauper I was and hungry like papa,

The weakling of the street I had no say whatsoever to any ones doing,

I washed with some rain water in a pothole,

Started my daily hustles by first finding my box,

It was my only possession,

The only thing that kept me dreaming,

The only thing that covered my eyes from seeing all the street brutality that ended with screaming,

Anyway its only free to keep on dreaming.