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1 " I was the Goddess,the hunter of pearls.The drinker of liquid diamonds.The flower girl that threw out golden stars.The prescriber of poems for the soul.The dreamer who sees butterflies with wings of steel.Daughters raised by the voices in their headsWill now blame it on the green sun. "
― Ayanda Ngema , They Raped Me: So, Now What?
2 " How would I have known that our souls could talk? While we sit in silence and gaze into each other.Speak new tongues.Love in native ways.Kiss on higher levels.Share in deeper depths. "
3 " Places TimesWeather All these drew up my mother inside my thoughts,Rain especially.Falling past the trees, each drop throwing replicas into the air.In the same manner my tears would fall from my face.And so I searched for her in my dreams. And watched her walk away from me in real life.The anger in her eyes and her coldness that was who she was,Yet she walked away from me in real life.I knew this in the diminishment of my life..Because she had been the nourishment of my life..I don’t know if I was the one who packed my bags and left...Or she was the one who left me.But thoughts of her began fading from my mind and I stopped looking for her in my dreams. "
4 " When survival is a reflex:Frying eggs with Vaseline petroleum jellyMixing porridge with a gunCooking soup in a Koo Baked Beans canPutting fake coins inside the cup of a homeless beggar in the cornerThere is war in my mindJo’burg stinks of pain, money, sex and drugs.I am flesh to this city of bonesBut yet my soul wants to be consumed by the spirits of the midnight dust "
5 " You are under arrest for the murder of Morah Djo, you have the right to remain silent…’’ one officer proclaimed. I YELLED, CALLING THEM BOERS, CALLING THEM OPPRESSORS IN AFRIKAANS as they dragged me out of the bathroom. My body was tossed into the police van. It seemed surreal, he needed to die. "
6 " He got me believing thatEvery girl needs a boy brutal and coldAn old loverSomeone who trembles for your touchSomeone who’ll look at your nakedness with hungry eyesSomeone who makes you write a sad poem "
7 " Have no faith in the cursed moon That never stays in the same place we see it.Swear by the sun we will wake up next to each other. Your words took my soul before we were born, The time your mother birthed you from her womb.You spoke all the longing I needed to hear.In this or any other heaven.Your wine will be the sweetest to my lips. "
