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This is to the dad that i never knew. But... I knew i always had. You know, like the ones that leave the house and say they'll be back soon. Then you grow the rest of your childhood days peeping through the window, waiting for his "soon" to come a day early. I still think of how different i wouldve grown up, had you been around.  I still wish i knew more about you than just a voice i heard over the phone. Today it finally makes sense why i grew up as an angry, short tempered teenager. Your absence as my old man ate me up like cancer. And you the same person i was supposed to have looked up to?  Over the years I learnt to treat women far more better than you ever could, so thank you for the lesson. Not trying to paint any pretty pictures. My question is, Where are the father figures? The same ones that leave and paint an incomplete picture, A family tree with a broken branch. But im now in my 23rd year of not having y...

The bounce in my step rendered me an outcast  The insufficient length of my hair amplified the contrast  and the clothes i wear make your skin crawl. See i wasnt like them,  and frankly it didnt bother me, Oblivion is where i lived,  however my indiffrence and nonchalance seemed to only irritate them  Not only was i different but i seemed to be content. So they took it upon themselves to destroy me  Impose societal rules that would entrap me,  Laws that would inhibit me and Norms that would justify them hating me  They slowly,stripped the essence of me off me. My dignity.  Filled me with so much self hatred I started to hate all those who resembled me.  Which bred jealousy  and I was filled with envy every single time I saw one of my brothers succeed.  Fueled by greed, I stooped to unimaginable lows in quest for my success.  Corruption too, now feeds the beast that is n...

She humbles herself to the depths of the earth  She conforms to norms set before her birth  She graces faces with her presence  She exudes raw essence  But craves acceptance  Her confidence is filled with doubt  So she wanders off round about  To seeks for her own soul  Under extravagant shoe soles  Slowly she changes her roles  She’s too afraid to break down her own walls  To answer the voice in her head that calls  She’s left encaged in her own mind  Her vision of beauty is so blind  She will never realize she is one of a kind  But over time she will learn to love her Society will be forced to accept all of her The so called standards will have to be raised to her level  But only once she realizes that she is a priceless jewel  Her in-sync footprints write a novel  An incredible story just waiting to be told  But we...

Forgive me im human  What I touch i break,  What survives I destroy  and I do all of this unintentionally. So forgive me. I'm fragile but I exploit the weak  Antagonise every being but me  Pain is only pain when its felt  by me.  Nevertheless, My apologies. By: | Ndalwentle Makunga |

Sense4MyThots welcomes our poets for this month's installment of Sonnets&Poetry. We had a good run last year which is the main reason we decided to extend it for a bit longer. Please leave comments and share your thoughts on the pieces that will be published or join the community and share your own poetry. E-mail: sense4mythots@gmail.com A Movement. Moving People Through Views.

Does He still care, When the innocent blood has dried up on the streets, And the bones of children lie dispersed in the wilderness? Does He still see, The tears of mourning friends, The sweat on the brows of broken men? Can He still hear, The cries of young maidens being stripped of their innocence, The breaking bones of mistreated mothers, sisters and daughters? Can He still feel, The loneliness of the unloved orphan. The rejection from the world of the crippled and ridden with disease? Can He still smell, The burning skins of misunderstood civilians. The decay of the bodies of long forgotten elders? Does He still love, The sinner who finds comfort in their addictions, The prostitute who finds her only happiness in the arms of her men? Can He still forgive, The thief who steals to feed his starving family, The murderer who baths in the blood of his mother's killer? By | Silindile Ngwenya |

You crazy bum You look at yourself from pieces of a broken mirror Trying to catch your eyes in motion You put your hand on your lips seducing yourself You look deep into your eyes Hoping to catch a glimpse of your soul You thinking ... "These pieces are beautiful " So many , broken , messy , dangerous but beautiful . Minutes turn into more minutes You smile crazy You smile for yourself You smile for him You smile for the world You're learning your own smile Trying to mirror your reflection from the world's eyes ... You frown Do the asian eyes Jerk your lips & reminisce Pout a little ... Then you admit at how goofy & weird you are ... Yes You Are Weird . Your mind & your face in one voice One voice in so many faces You say your name You say it more than twice You convince yourself you are them All of the faces on the pieces You are them .... Somedays you feel like them Somedays look like them Somedays you want to be them Som...