Prince Sagë.

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From gracing the stage at Creative Union #TheVisionBoard to her poetry EP, Prince Sagë is a creative force to be reckoned with. Get to know a little more about her and her latest projects.

“For me being a creative is being true to myself and being able to express myself in raw emotion while not caring what anyone else says because what I do is art, some will love it and some will hate it. The only thing that I really care about is if people feel it. I want to find comfort in my poetry, performing is freeing for me and I want my audience to feel that way too.

I would like to think that I am unique because I’m trying to incorporate different elements in my poetry that’s why  I call myself the Punk Prince Of Poetry. I’m trying to get people to listen to my poetry in a different way incorporating punk rock that’s the music that I grew up listening to. I try to instill a lot of the rock sounds that I like so that every poem which is produced has all of me in it.

I’m currently working on my second EP which will be released later on this year, it showd how far I’ve come in my craft. I really think that there should me more poetry based shows, we shouldn’t be the openers anymore we should be the show. I really feel as if Rhythm And Poetry is going back to the days when it was really appreciated because a lot more people see the value in its expression.

To up and comers I say that keep pushing and don’t compare yourself to your peers otherwise everything you do, you will see as stagnant. Focus on your own craft.” – Prince Sage

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Instagram: uhm.sage
Twitter: @UhmSage

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Save her.

 

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Where did she go? No, not the girl with a halo.
Not the one who screamed hello into oblivion hoping to be found by an angel.
Where did she go? No, not her, not the empty vessel.

No, not the one who hid under the mattress from monsters that weren’t afraid of the dark
She isn’t lost, she’s merely breaking.
No, not physically. He wouldn’t dare make it obvious.

I can literally hear her heart breaking, tick tock, anytime now she might give in.
I can’t find her, the veil is too thick, and the mist from her eyes blinding.
She was young, stranger’s aren’t people you know
That’s what teacher said, he’s family.
Should we tell teacher now?
How could you possibly find her now?

Wait…
I saw her once, without an ounce of hope left in her
But I saw her eyes, she was somehow still strong.
I saw her tear, no it did not burn her flesh
But surprisingly, it fed her spirit.
She spoke to me, not in words but in visions
Envisioning her metamorphosis stage
The girl you are looking for,
She’s at the end of the teardrop.
Save her.

Written by Amogelang Lekwadu.

Artwork by Euphoriaheart.

 

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

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