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Self undiluted

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Shoved into conversations to confirm, affirm other people’s standing position.
IM NOT AN INSTRUMENT
So don’t channel your negative deductions false illusions thoughts and beliefs that you’ve cooked up in your confining prisons
Cuz I’m tired
Tired of all this negativity when all I’m trying to do is walk a few steps to a better me.
And please don’t be trying to be psycho analysts and come up with excuses on how I turned out to be.
Self-love is such a labour
Because of so many eyes that depict your value in rands and cents
Gucci bags, trended clothes, so high status qua.
Qualifies me by who’s on my speed dial, who lays me at night and what price they pay for this in return.
IM NOT AN ACTOR
I guess it’s too tiring for my feeble mind.
Regulation was what my mother complained about cuz even back then I couldn’t conform.
So straight forward true pure as heart and pushing through to living which is much more than breathing cuz I live as me.
Existing through learnt lesson
Repetition of crazy moments
Torn apart memories losing and finding of self
Remembering promises broken but never giving up on trust cuz I exist as me.
Being alive in every second and smelling hope even a mile afar
Beauty and lessons you bump into them in the weirdest of places
I want God to blue print my condition
Overflow my cup and show my prayers took direction to my heaven
Reached God in his holy presences cuz I’m highly favoured
In mind, happiness and love.
My mission is not leave here without being heard
Open minds allow me to feed cuz self-love depicts sanity.
And no pre assumptions of distorted assumptions pre conceived long before I knew I was a participator in your mind could bruise cuz I could not live up to your standard.
Self-undiluted I exist as the original
A perfect imperfection you would see this if you took the time to read my script, borrowed my shoes walked for a while to give me relief
Cuz all over I’ve walked I’ve left clues of my state of mind maybe now you can notice this crown on my head cuz I exist in fragments of haves and have not
Rough diamond cut and in brilliant minds
Creating I the healer
I the friend
And I the poet!

Omnyama

Featured Poem:

Dirty dancing on tables

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I’m a product of my many mistakes misguided I thought actions were actions consequences over rated accountability not an options anyways there’s an imaginary line between right and wrong I’m only concern with keeping up my disguises cuz if I let it slip for a moment then they’ll know my walk is crocket.
This smile seals tears in army formation ready to attack my calm composure and reveal that this is make believe.
Believe your stares did not bruise
I love you whispered through a drunkard’s breath has not left me confused.
You see uncle used to touch me he told me my star is the brightest so I conclude love hurts and pain was his ultimate giving.
You see this smile has fooled many, it seals emotions unheard of, this is a dilemma not known to masses this smile won’t speak verses of how my being longs for salvation that this smile is calling to you reaching to you screaming at you to save me from me.
My many cries have fallen on hearing ears and seeing eyes yet the message you missed it.
When I was dancing on tables
Getting undressed was so easy
I shouted the loudest acquiring labels as souvenirs
Reputation arriving first before I could let it slip I’m hiding behind a mask imprisoned by my own mind
DID YOU HEAR ME CRY?
Reality goes beyond conditions
I called out to you longing to be figured out as I cut these skirts shorter
Salvation desperately needed
Validation that healing is coming
Solution was what my heart was seeking
Recreation of the self-dilapidating
Elevation of the mind transforming
This is I naked and calling cuz I’m exhausted from all these games I’ve playing
Reaching to you in post scripts and please note
DID YOU HEAR ME CRY?

omnyama

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  1. Powerfull poetry indeed, it feels like she opens up my diary whenever I have watched her recite or read her work. A TRUE healing

    mel jay

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Biography

Omnyama (the black one), birth name Asanda Vokwana was born and buttered in Port Elizabeth, South Africa.  Her provocative voice has graced numerous stages in South African. Traces of her Past her debut album – working alongside Bongani Tulwana – is a recollection of the realities of being young, black and female.

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Biography

Omnyama (the black one), birth name Asanda Vokwana was born and buttered in Port Elizabeth, South Africa.  Her provocative voice has graced numerous stages in South African. Traces of her Past her debut album – working alongside Bongani Tulwana – is a recollection of the realities of being young, black and female.

Self undiluted

Enlarge poem

Shoved into conversations to confirm, affirm other people’s standing position.
IM NOT AN INSTRUMENT
So don’t channel your negative deductions false illusions thoughts and beliefs that you’ve cooked up in your confining prisons
Cuz I’m tired
Tired of all this negativity when all I’m trying to do is walk a few steps to a better me.
And please don’t be trying to be psycho analysts and come up with excuses on how I turned out to be.
Self-love is such a labour
Because of so many eyes that depict your value in rands and cents
Gucci bags, trended clothes, so high status qua.
Qualifies me by who’s on my speed dial, who lays me at night and what price they pay for this in return.
IM NOT AN ACTOR
I guess it’s too tiring for my feeble mind.
Regulation was what my mother complained about cuz even back then I couldn’t conform.
So straight forward true pure as heart and pushing through to living which is much more than breathing cuz I live as me.
Existing through learnt lesson
Repetition of crazy moments
Torn apart memories losing and finding of self
Remembering promises broken but never giving up on trust cuz I exist as me.
Being alive in every second and smelling hope even a mile afar
Beauty and lessons you bump into them in the weirdest of places
I want God to blue print my condition
Overflow my cup and show my prayers took direction to my heaven
Reached God in his holy presences cuz I’m highly favoured
In mind, happiness and love.
My mission is not leave here without being heard
Open minds allow me to feed cuz self-love depicts sanity.
And no pre assumptions of distorted assumptions pre conceived long before I knew I was a participator in your mind could bruise cuz I could not live up to your standard.
Self-undiluted I exist as the original
A perfect imperfection you would see this if you took the time to read my script, borrowed my shoes walked for a while to give me relief
Cuz all over I’ve walked I’ve left clues of my state of mind maybe now you can notice this crown on my head cuz I exist in fragments of haves and have not
Rough diamond cut and in brilliant minds
Creating I the healer
I the friend
And I the poet!

Featured Poem:

Dirty dancing on tables

Enlarge poem

I’m a product of my many mistakes misguided I thought actions were actions consequences over rated accountability not an options anyways there’s an imaginary line between right and wrong I’m only concern with keeping up my disguises cuz if I let it slip for a moment then they’ll know my walk is crocket.
This smile seals tears in army formation ready to attack my calm composure and reveal that this is make believe.
Believe your stares did not bruise
I love you whispered through a drunkard’s breath has not left me confused.
You see uncle used to touch me he told me my star is the brightest so I conclude love hurts and pain was his ultimate giving.
You see this smile has fooled many, it seals emotions unheard of, this is a dilemma not known to masses this smile won’t speak verses of how my being longs for salvation that this smile is calling to you reaching to you screaming at you to save me from me.
My many cries have fallen on hearing ears and seeing eyes yet the message you missed it.
When I was dancing on tables
Getting undressed was so easy
I shouted the loudest acquiring labels as souvenirs
Reputation arriving first before I could let it slip I’m hiding behind a mask imprisoned by my own mind
DID YOU HEAR ME CRY?
Reality goes beyond conditions
I called out to you longing to be figured out as I cut these skirts shorter
Salvation desperately needed
Validation that healing is coming
Solution was what my heart was seeking
Recreation of the self-dilapidating
Elevation of the mind transforming
This is I naked and calling cuz I’m exhausted from all these games I’ve playing
Reaching to you in post scripts and please note
DID YOU HEAR ME CRY?

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (2)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (1)
  • Reflection (2)
  • Captivation (1)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (1)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

Self undiluted

Enlarge poem

Shoved into conversations to confirm, affirm other people’s standing position.
IM NOT AN INSTRUMENT
So don’t channel your negative deductions false illusions thoughts and beliefs that you’ve cooked up in your confining prisons
Cuz I’m tired
Tired of all this negativity when all I’m trying to do is walk a few steps to a better me.
And please don’t be trying to be psycho analysts and come up with excuses on how I turned out to be.
Self-love is such a labour
Because of so many eyes that depict your value in rands and cents
Gucci bags, trended clothes, so high status qua.
Qualifies me by who’s on my speed dial, who lays me at night and what price they pay for this in return.
IM NOT AN ACTOR
I guess it’s too tiring for my feeble mind.
Regulation was what my mother complained about cuz even back then I couldn’t conform.
So straight forward true pure as heart and pushing through to living which is much more than breathing cuz I live as me.
Existing through learnt lesson
Repetition of crazy moments
Torn apart memories losing and finding of self
Remembering promises broken but never giving up on trust cuz I exist as me.
Being alive in every second and smelling hope even a mile afar
Beauty and lessons you bump into them in the weirdest of places
I want God to blue print my condition
Overflow my cup and show my prayers took direction to my heaven
Reached God in his holy presences cuz I’m highly favoured
In mind, happiness and love.
My mission is not leave here without being heard
Open minds allow me to feed cuz self-love depicts sanity.
And no pre assumptions of distorted assumptions pre conceived long before I knew I was a participator in your mind could bruise cuz I could not live up to your standard.
Self-undiluted I exist as the original
A perfect imperfection you would see this if you took the time to read my script, borrowed my shoes walked for a while to give me relief
Cuz all over I’ve walked I’ve left clues of my state of mind maybe now you can notice this crown on my head cuz I exist in fragments of haves and have not
Rough diamond cut and in brilliant minds
Creating I the healer
I the friend
And I the poet!

Comments

  1. Powerfull poetry indeed, it feels like she opens up my diary whenever I have watched her recite or read her work. A TRUE healing

    mel jay

Your email address will not be published.