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Breathe...

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I sat outside with your spirit
And searched for keys that were not there-
Instead I found water and I found you
And I danced with you,
The discordant chords binding us
And rooting us in Eternity.

For in my Third Mind’s eye, I saw you,
I beheld you,
So ebony and yet so ivory-
A secret treasure of Turkish delights,
Wanting only me-
To warm you up
To fill you up
And to elevate you.

Perhaps I dream of things that are better left unsaid-
Gentle rain washing me anew,
A guttural voice heralding me!
Some four-beat Tswana song,
Pushing me back-
Back to reality…
For there are a few rebellious drops of water,
Dripping down a toilet
And a few obedient drops…
Dripping down my neck
But I alone,
On a broken piece of rock,
I dare to defy the odds-
And just be.
Just be me.
The iconoclastic protagonist
Of this my story.

Blackheat

Featured Poem:

I refuse

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The way the dying sun dapples my brown walls
Each slow drag is a reminder- and a 21-gun salute.

But the wind blows, ruffling the serene kaleidoscope
And each blob is suddenly restless
Furiously dancing to the beat of the Tempo Master
Because there is a furious virginity
When I stop and grapple with my thoughts

In the struggle to rediscover Self and All
And All and Self a beseeching, dying consciousness
Struggles to take root

Choked by minutes and hours of incessant self-delusion
Fuelled on by algorithms of negative thinking
Firmly embedded in the grey folds of conscience
Held fast by subtle criticism and debilitating, crippling intention
To deconstruct a life time of relevance
Stitched together with fear, insecurity and paranoia
Corrupted by selfish gremlins of vicious self-doubt sprouting in the soul…

A single iota of self-consciousness ebbs gently to the brim

And I refuse.
I refuse to be made to feel worthless.
I refuse.
To be made an object of scorn and ridicule.
I refuse.
To accept your categorical perceptions about me
I refuse to accept conditional love as a basis for being with you
I refuse.

Today
Because today i am choosing to be just my very best
I am consciously shutting out the glares, the stares and the whispers
Because today i am brave enough to say that I am I.
And I am embracing and celebrating the image of the Godhead in me
And as the dying sun kisses my brown walls goodnight,
Naughtily winking behind the avocado leaves,
The gentle breeze strokes my soft skin
I am free.
I am free.

Blackheat

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Biography

Blackheat is a young, multi-talented and passionate poetess, singer and percussionist from Zimbabwe. She exploded onto the poetry scene in 2006 after being discovered by renowned poet, Chirikure Chirikure who introduced her to the Book Cafe in Harare.

Her talents are far-reaching and amazing to say the least. In the short space spanning her performance career, she has performed at the echelons of performance poetry in Zimbabwe. She has also spread her wings and delved into radio broadcasting, acting, publishing, advocacy and cultural activism.

Her poetry is pregnant with abstract and surreal imagery, chronicling the social goings-on of contemporary Africa flawlessly on the traditional African beats of Zimbabwe and beyond. Speaking passionately on consciousness, love, revolution, individuality, freedom, culture and the delicate, critical balance of the mind and soul, her poetry appeals to people of color and light.

Not surprisingly, she is inspired by the Malinke jelis of West Africa, the nomadic Wolof and the Tuareg people of Senegal and Niger, who have kept their heritage intact through the spoken word and music. This inspiration led her to form the band, Blackheat in 2011. She felt the need to preserve the traditions of her Shona people through the fusion of folk music, poetry, dance and thought-provoking lyrical content.

With Samson Gohwa (percussion, vocals), Prince Zhuwao (mbira, balafon, vocals) and Itai Karuza (djembe, percussion), and herself on hwamanda-a traditional Zimbabwean horn, she started a journey that has given birth to a different understanding of spoken word, African music and dance.

Blackheat

Blackheat
Blackheat

Biography

Blackheat is a young, multi-talented and passionate poetess, singer and percussionist from Zimbabwe. She exploded onto the poetry scene in 2006 after being discovered by renowned poet, Chirikure Chirikure who introduced her to the Book Cafe in Harare.

Her talents are far-reaching and amazing to say the least. In the short space spanning her performance career, she has performed at the echelons of performance poetry in Zimbabwe. She has also spread her wings and delved into radio broadcasting, acting, publishing, advocacy and cultural activism.

Her poetry is pregnant with abstract and surreal imagery, chronicling the social goings-on of contemporary Africa flawlessly on the traditional African beats of Zimbabwe and beyond. Speaking passionately on consciousness, love, revolution, individuality, freedom, culture and the delicate, critical balance of the mind and soul, her poetry appeals to people of color and light.

Not surprisingly, she is inspired by the Malinke jelis of West Africa, the nomadic Wolof and the Tuareg people of Senegal and Niger, who have kept their heritage intact through the spoken word and music. This inspiration led her to form the band, Blackheat in 2011. She felt the need to preserve the traditions of her Shona people through the fusion of folk music, poetry, dance and thought-provoking lyrical content.

With Samson Gohwa (percussion, vocals), Prince Zhuwao (mbira, balafon, vocals) and Itai Karuza (djembe, percussion), and herself on hwamanda-a traditional Zimbabwean horn, she started a journey that has given birth to a different understanding of spoken word, African music and dance.

Breathe...

Enlarge poem

I sat outside with your spirit
And searched for keys that were not there-
Instead I found water and I found you
And I danced with you,
The discordant chords binding us
And rooting us in Eternity.

For in my Third Mind’s eye, I saw you,
I beheld you,
So ebony and yet so ivory-
A secret treasure of Turkish delights,
Wanting only me-
To warm you up
To fill you up
And to elevate you.

Perhaps I dream of things that are better left unsaid-
Gentle rain washing me anew,
A guttural voice heralding me!
Some four-beat Tswana song,
Pushing me back-
Back to reality…
For there are a few rebellious drops of water,
Dripping down a toilet
And a few obedient drops…
Dripping down my neck
But I alone,
On a broken piece of rock,
I dare to defy the odds-
And just be.
Just be me.
The iconoclastic protagonist
Of this my story.

Featured Poem:

I refuse

Enlarge poem

The way the dying sun dapples my brown walls
Each slow drag is a reminder- and a 21-gun salute.

But the wind blows, ruffling the serene kaleidoscope
And each blob is suddenly restless
Furiously dancing to the beat of the Tempo Master
Because there is a furious virginity
When I stop and grapple with my thoughts

In the struggle to rediscover Self and All
And All and Self a beseeching, dying consciousness
Struggles to take root

Choked by minutes and hours of incessant self-delusion
Fuelled on by algorithms of negative thinking
Firmly embedded in the grey folds of conscience
Held fast by subtle criticism and debilitating, crippling intention
To deconstruct a life time of relevance
Stitched together with fear, insecurity and paranoia
Corrupted by selfish gremlins of vicious self-doubt sprouting in the soul…

A single iota of self-consciousness ebbs gently to the brim

And I refuse.
I refuse to be made to feel worthless.
I refuse.
To be made an object of scorn and ridicule.
I refuse.
To accept your categorical perceptions about me
I refuse to accept conditional love as a basis for being with you
I refuse.

Today
Because today i am choosing to be just my very best
I am consciously shutting out the glares, the stares and the whispers
Because today i am brave enough to say that I am I.
And I am embracing and celebrating the image of the Godhead in me
And as the dying sun kisses my brown walls goodnight,
Naughtily winking behind the avocado leaves,
The gentle breeze strokes my soft skin
I am free.
I am free.

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (1)
  • Reflection (0)
  • Captivation (0)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

Breathe...

Enlarge poem

I sat outside with your spirit
And searched for keys that were not there-
Instead I found water and I found you
And I danced with you,
The discordant chords binding us
And rooting us in Eternity.

For in my Third Mind’s eye, I saw you,
I beheld you,
So ebony and yet so ivory-
A secret treasure of Turkish delights,
Wanting only me-
To warm you up
To fill you up
And to elevate you.

Perhaps I dream of things that are better left unsaid-
Gentle rain washing me anew,
A guttural voice heralding me!
Some four-beat Tswana song,
Pushing me back-
Back to reality…
For there are a few rebellious drops of water,
Dripping down a toilet
And a few obedient drops…
Dripping down my neck
But I alone,
On a broken piece of rock,
I dare to defy the odds-
And just be.
Just be me.
The iconoclastic protagonist
Of this my story.

Comments

Your email address will not be published.