Click.

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Click, click; bang, bang

Pull the trigger on your fake feelings

Watch the bullet fly across the room,

Gathering up the pain you caused me,

Combing through the smoke and mirrors of your truth

Moulding into a perfect storm,

Waiting on the perfect moment

When it shreds your weak heart

Into nothing more than crumbled pieces of regret

Making your blood splatter across the room

Look, I think I just created a Picasso.

Click, click, bang, bang.

Did you forget I own a weapon?

Fumbling over your promises,

Pray my next bullet struck your forehead,

Watch it cracks open your skull

Hope the metal erodes your head

And your blood ceases to flow,

so your every thought is a cry for help

your veins scream for redemption

Click, click; bang, bang.

Unlike you, my weapon is a silent prayer for your happiness.

Poetry by Amogelang Lekwadu.

Photo by Glen Mog

Artwork by Eshinelokunwasiu

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Dance.

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Two step with me,

Wave your hips for me,

Throw your hands in the air,

Careful, don’t trip on your shoelace.

 

Look out! Don’t hit the wall.

Aaah! You just stepped on my foot!

Stop! Sigh!  We really should stop hugging the floor now.

Okay, let’s try this again.

Get up.

Ready?

 

And that my darling,

Will forever be the dance of life.

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Written by Amogelang Lekwadu.

Photography by Brigid Schutz.

My blue band angel.

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I wish I could see you again,

Tell you it gets better.

I wish I could hug you,

And remind you that it’s okay.

 

I do not know how far you have come,

Are you hanging in there?

I do not know if you are fitting well with society again,

Are you still as strong?

I pray for you.

 

I wear the band you made for me,

The blue sky of our former dark days.

I wear the band as my beacon of hope,

A reminder of how far I have come.

I wear the band as my silent prayer for you.

 

Thirteen with the world crushing you.

Twenty one with renewed strength.

Thirteen with a bright future.

Twenty one, broken.

Together, banded forever;

By reality and hope.

Yours in spirit,

The girl who wears the blue arm band.

 

Written by Amogelang Lekwadu.

Photography by Brigid Schutz.

The Interview.

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Sit up straight, smile.

Do not look down, smile.

Tuck in your shirt, smile.

Pull down your skirt, smile.

 

The nerves will eat at you slowly,

Like the worms on a decaying body laid to rest.

Your heart will explode, mind the splatter.

And when you stomach twists,

Remember to iron it out with a smile.

 

Keep your head high,

Confidence is your weapon.

The corridor will look like a haunted movie scene,

Mind the spider webs.

And when your exorcism begins,

And you say a little prayer,

Remember to smile.

 

Written by Amogelang Lekwadu.

Photography by Brigid Schutz.

 

Free Like A Bird.

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I fell, hard

My inner demons screaming at me,

Keep falling.

I drifted, into oblivion,

I let my past and present eat at my future,

I fell, hard.

 

My mind battled if’s, maybe and what now…?

It held on to blurred image of the little girl dancing in the rain,

The rainbow refusing to light up her skies,

But danced she did.

 

It’s not real, the meds will make you crazy, and talking doesn’t help,

Pray.

But I cannot, it’s cold, I am lost.

My body, soul, mind…let go.

Tired, but…

Dance!

Rise, my feet won’t let me.

Sing, my voice is stolen.

Dream, I cannot sleep.

Pray, I forgot how to.

Fly, but…

Fly.

 

This time, learn to soar.

This time, fall, but rise.

This time, hurt, but heal.

This time,

Be free.

Written by Amogelang Lekwadu

Photography by Brigid Schutz

 

Queens of Poetry #TheSoireePicnic.

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Queens of Poety is a Poetry & Picnic event hosted by Artizens of Joburg.

This event aims to celebrate female poets in a picnic setting, while giving them a platform to express their writing skills and engage with the audience followed by a QnA. This event is also a platform for all attendants, not only to socialize but to network and collaborate. Selected various artists will also be gracing the stage with their performances throughout the event to honour the Queens of Poetry.

Date: 23 September 2017
Venue: 13 Rhodes Avenue, Parktown West.
Time: 12h00 – 20h00
Entrance: R 20 (with donations)
R 30 (without donations)
R 50 (Coolerbox)

Please bring clothing donations for children between the ages of 4 – 14 for the Pro Youth Foundation.

We all choose what we want.

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I am the type of person who likes to take simple conversation into consideration. I recently met up with an old friend over luncheon and we started catching up. The conversation started with “how have you been?” to “where is your man?” all she could say is I don’t do commitments, I am in love with a guy who is not here to stay. She went on with the conversation on how they met and so forth. Along our conversation, I got to realize that, while the guy cannot give her promises of “happily ever after,” every minute they spend together is filled with depth and shared vulnerability, perhaps with a good dose of laughter, tears and silliness.

In observing everything she has been saying, a question has been spinning in my mind. How long will she stay in a relationship that has no future? It is more like wasting your time… and in my search for the answer, this is what I’ve discovered to be true for myself. To love is one thing, to be in a relationship is another, they are two separate things. When we feel the warm sensation of love in our hearts, that cosy feelings of a deep connection to all things, of being wide open and touched by life, we sometimes forget that we are the one who created those feelings. That feelings of love is generated from within us.

We human beings have been blessed with the divine capacity to love everyone and everything, so that we can requisitely discern whom to partner with in a relationship. That we love someone, does not necessarily mean that it is healthy or beneficial for us both to be in a relationship. That it works for us to be together now, does not necessarily mean it’ll work for us to be together forever. The bilateral talks with my old friend got me into new life perspective, the epiphany comes when I realize that there is no need for any more shame, self-blame or berating in staying in a relationship that has no particular future. We stay in a relationship, until we choose not to. We are together, until we are not. Perhaps there are lessons this particular relationship offers. Perhaps this is exactly what we need to experience right now. We all choose what we want, not attaching meaning to the relationship status let her off the hook and grants her the spaciousness to just be. A relationship’s success is not defined by its length. I also feel that we should enjoy moments with our partners, whilst they are there and choose to walk away when it occurs to us.

Written by Jeanette Tshakane