Those were the last words I said. 
I woke up and the sun was white. 
This area of dust particles did not exist.

I met up with my grandfather. 
It’s funny how I have never seen his face. 
He sat down with me and asked me how was life.

I told him everything. 
He said he was going to be honest and it was my fault for not being the woman I wanted to be. 
It was my fault I’m sad. 
It was my fault I hate my life. 
It is my fault I am never nice.

And he asked, how are you the eye of the tiger if you are not in the tiger’s body? 
Why did God create you if all you do is complain?

“Females are often compared to complexity,

Their emotions are similar to an exam’s mystery.

Viewed as weak in the eyes of men,

But what if stereotypes flew out the den?

My name is.

I am everything a girl isn’t, yet am.

My emotions are sand,

My mentality, guru’s hand.

I am the eye of the tiger, fierce and free.”

This year has taught me a lot
This year has given me lots of thoughts
This year has taught me to love
And never to hate
This year has given me the opportunity to right my wrongs and it wasn’t too late

This year has taught me to be wise
This year taught me in order to be the best, you must strive
This year has taught me to never take things for granted
And it’ll see I have taught me to be grateful

I’ve seen people come and go
Some fast and some slow
I thank the few people that helped me grow
I thank those who hurt me and showed me the joy of life and so much more

I call my work philosophy of life
I can also say all things must come to an end
I lay down my pen and observe my heart
So fly high
Reach for the sky
And remember, although it’s painful, there is a lot of beauty in this mysterious thing called life

I’m tired, I’m tired, I’m tired.
I’m tired of this.
This is not how it’s supposed to be.
Our mothers shouldn’t be struggling because of the ANC.
Our people shouldn’t be struggling because they are not free.

It seems more controversial these days.
They say they’re interested in our needs, but it’s all about them.
I’m tired, oh mothers, if it was up to me,
All of you would be free.
Why is it they don’t care?
Why don’t they listen to the views we share?

To hell with the violence.
To hell with the hate.
All we want is unity,
And we want our own space.
Wake up and smell the air.
Nobody is coming to save us.
Mother Africa, give us the strength to fight back.

It’s time to wake up and smell the air.
Nobody is coming to save us, nobody is there.

From the settlers
To us welcoming them
We treated them as visitors
They betrayed us yet we smiled

From the British coming, we treated them with hospitality
They hurt us yet we smiled
We got brutally beaten, killed, and treated like animals
Yet we smiled

Years of oppression, years of fighting and yet we still smile
Years of slavery and being humanly demoralized and yet we still smiled
The coming of democracy where blacks are into power once more
And yet we still smiled

We Africans are blessed with companionship no matter how bad you treat us
No matter the race black, white, Indian we are still one
My grandmother told me I need to know the past to conquer the future
We live with our oppressors but despite the past we still smile
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Today, I’m not here to paint or share my own story,
But to teach a lesson without seeking glory.
This might be a story or maybe a rhyme,
But it’s something I felt, I needed to chime.

I was at a place people fear, a hospital’s gate,
In line for a scan, the usual wait.
I couldn’t help but overhear a lady’s sad tale,
Young and beautiful, but her face was pale.

She seemed to live for fun, those Friday nights,
But her life held hidden and challenging fights.
She had a child she cherished the most,
Innocent and young, like a morning’s first toast.

One day, he found strength to hold something tight,
But, oh, it was something that gave her a fright.
Doctors said he’d never walk, talk, or be the same,
Her eyes filled with sorrow, as if carrying a heavy flame.

This story tells us, in a simple way,
Don’t judge by looks or what’s on display.
A lesson we’ve heard, but let’s keep it in mind,
Empathy and kindness, to others, let’s bind.

In the woods, where sunlight shines so bright,
Nature’s changing scenes, a pure delight.
Four seasons, like a dance they go,
I’ll tell their tale in words that flow.

Spring
Spring wakes up with flowers so fine,
Colors burst, and life starts to shine.
Just like spring, many good things can grow in your life too,
It’s up to you to plant the seed and invest in you.

Summer
Summer brings the warmth, so clear,
With days so long and skies so near.
This season represents when the days are good,
And it’s the best time of your life as it should.

Autumn
Then autumn comes with leaves that fall,
Reds and golds, a colorful sprawl.
Life and plants share the same four seasons,
Teaching us to adapt to change for good reasons.

Winter
Winter’s here, the world turns white,
With snow and calm, a tranquil sight.
Embracing life’s cycles, we find our rhyme,
In nature’s rhythm, in the passage of time.

The magic touch I once held dear has vanished,
My ability to write through poems is gone.
The words just aren’t the same,
The stars refuse to align.
Thami has run dry,
And many eyes see my words as sarcastic.
It’s like a painter who’s not satisfied with their work,
So what do I do?
My desire for improvement has led to dissatisfaction,
And it feels like I’m driving off a cliff I set for myself.
The world is ending, and so are my words.

There are times we don’t get along
We sing the same song, but it’s not enough
There are matters we need to discuss
Questions that weigh on our minds, causing a fuss

Why the future and the past, we ask
When is He coming, will we last?
Will we see Him, where will we be?
What does heaven look like, how did You create everything we see?

Why the suffering, why the joy, why the hate?
Why is Your name always up for debate?
Why is there evil in this world we live?
These are questions we seek to understand and give answers that satisfy our longing hearts

A sense of direction, a way to chart a course in this life that’s not always clear
But with faith and hope, we have nothing to fear

Trust in a loving God, seek understanding and peace
In the midst of uncertainty, our fears will cease
As we continue to ask, seek, and find
We’ll discover the answers that bring peace of mind.