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Life’s battlefield

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You judge me by your preconceived notions
and your endless devotions to how we are so different.
But I ask what makes you so distinct from me?
Aren’t we all just trying to make it in life’s battlefield?
Searching for purpose and meaning
when our eyes are blindfolded and not seeing
that we should inspire one another,
love each other like sister and brother
and cease the thought of people as the other.

We forget what those have done before us
and neglect to engage in the benefits which we are afforded.
To pave the way for equality, diversity; prosperity
because liberty my friend is no longer an impossibility.
Let’s free ourselves from this victim mentality
and immerse ourselves in rationality and reason
to refuse to make excuses for past political abuses.

Let’s detangle the webs that are weaved
which attempt to deceive and paralyze us from receiving
our hopes, aspirations and dreams.
That taint us from letting true potential stay
as opposed to constraining the strength we should display
because inside ourselves it is the same way
instead of the deceptive façades which are relayed.
Yes mistakes are not mended in a single day,
learning takes time until we decide that the life lessons are obeyed.

Revealing the path that’s been chosen for all of us
to depend on each other through unity and trust.
To build roads of life that are stable
instead of claiming that we are unable
to make the change
to rearrange
the chaos which binds and castrates
our spirit and will to achieve greatness.

So when you’re condemning another man
look to yourself for a better plan
don’t undermine your own ability
it might just be what is needed to set us free
for the struggle for human dignity
so we can celebrate each other and not blame depravity
on some kind of higher divinity.

Lets us be each other’s sanctuary
and leave a legacy of human dependency and constancy i
instead of unnecessary discrepancies.

I ask you again, what makes you so distinct from me.
Am I the only one trying to make it in life’s battlefield?

Roché Kester

Featured Poem:

Black

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Why are we so scared of black?
Is it the moving the looming, the fear it might attack
our minds, our souls, our skin.
Trickling
Etching into our being,
leaving the mark of despair?

Fair? Fair?
All we aspire to,
When the colour of this continent is black.
A black thread connecting form Cape to Cairo,
But still, denotations and connotations grow
And old beliefs are not let go
of black as a savage force seeking to control.

Black the soul, the colour of coal and oil
Which gives rise to economic size,
But yet we toil and deny that black supplies
Our roots.
A mould of a people of early times,
of unity, simplicity, when all that existed was black.

Black, black. I am black
I wear my black, I swear my black,
I track my black skin and see in it
Greats’ retold, past spirits unfold
in the wide leaping black.

I embrace my black and let it envelope me like shadows attached
loud, proud, ‘cause black don’t crack,
dark is lovely,
black is beautiful,
mysterious, yet definitive not abstract.

But the name of black has been blackened by a black people,
who have driven back the name of black.
Where Africans seek to be South Africans.
Black is coloured lighter, and coloured is coloured whiter,
all out of spite for black.

Where, every definition of black has become abject.
Black hole, black sheep, black magic,
So tragic, that we are so scared of black.
Black looming, black moving.
A sordid past we re inact when we deny out heritage of black.

roche kester

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Biography

Roché Kester hails from Cape Town and considers herself a writer, performer and director. She implemented these passions in the acclaimed feminist production Reclaiming the P…word, where she has graced the stages of the Baxter theatre and the National Arts Festival in Grahamstown.
As a poet, Roche placed second in the Africa day poetry competition in 2009. More recently Roché placed in the top six in the Lover +Another national poetry competition . Roché believes in the transformative power of words and sees her expression as a means to ignite love and growth and unity.

Roché Kester

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roche kester

Biography

Roché Kester hails from Cape Town and considers herself a writer, performer and director. She implemented these passions in the acclaimed feminist production Reclaiming the P…word, where she has graced the stages of the Baxter theatre and the National Arts Festival in Grahamstown.
As a poet, Roche placed second in the Africa day poetry competition in 2009. More recently Roché placed in the top six in the Lover +Another national poetry competition . Roché believes in the transformative power of words and sees her expression as a means to ignite love and growth and unity.

Life’s battlefield

Enlarge poem

You judge me by your preconceived notions
and your endless devotions to how we are so different.
But I ask what makes you so distinct from me?
Aren’t we all just trying to make it in life’s battlefield?
Searching for purpose and meaning
when our eyes are blindfolded and not seeing
that we should inspire one another,
love each other like sister and brother
and cease the thought of people as the other.

We forget what those have done before us
and neglect to engage in the benefits which we are afforded.
To pave the way for equality, diversity; prosperity
because liberty my friend is no longer an impossibility.
Let’s free ourselves from this victim mentality
and immerse ourselves in rationality and reason
to refuse to make excuses for past political abuses.

Let’s detangle the webs that are weaved
which attempt to deceive and paralyze us from receiving
our hopes, aspirations and dreams.
That taint us from letting true potential stay
as opposed to constraining the strength we should display
because inside ourselves it is the same way
instead of the deceptive façades which are relayed.
Yes mistakes are not mended in a single day,
learning takes time until we decide that the life lessons are obeyed.

Revealing the path that’s been chosen for all of us
to depend on each other through unity and trust.
To build roads of life that are stable
instead of claiming that we are unable
to make the change
to rearrange
the chaos which binds and castrates
our spirit and will to achieve greatness.

So when you’re condemning another man
look to yourself for a better plan
don’t undermine your own ability
it might just be what is needed to set us free
for the struggle for human dignity
so we can celebrate each other and not blame depravity
on some kind of higher divinity.

Lets us be each other’s sanctuary
and leave a legacy of human dependency and constancy i
instead of unnecessary discrepancies.

I ask you again, what makes you so distinct from me.
Am I the only one trying to make it in life’s battlefield?

Featured Poem:

Black

Enlarge poem

Why are we so scared of black?
Is it the moving the looming, the fear it might attack
our minds, our souls, our skin.
Trickling
Etching into our being,
leaving the mark of despair?

Fair? Fair?
All we aspire to,
When the colour of this continent is black.
A black thread connecting form Cape to Cairo,
But still, denotations and connotations grow
And old beliefs are not let go
of black as a savage force seeking to control.

Black the soul, the colour of coal and oil
Which gives rise to economic size,
But yet we toil and deny that black supplies
Our roots.
A mould of a people of early times,
of unity, simplicity, when all that existed was black.

Black, black. I am black
I wear my black, I swear my black,
I track my black skin and see in it
Greats’ retold, past spirits unfold
in the wide leaping black.

I embrace my black and let it envelope me like shadows attached
loud, proud, ‘cause black don’t crack,
dark is lovely,
black is beautiful,
mysterious, yet definitive not abstract.

But the name of black has been blackened by a black people,
who have driven back the name of black.
Where Africans seek to be South Africans.
Black is coloured lighter, and coloured is coloured whiter,
all out of spite for black.

Where, every definition of black has become abject.
Black hole, black sheep, black magic,
So tragic, that we are so scared of black.
Black looming, black moving.
A sordid past we re inact when we deny out heritage of black.

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (4)
  • 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)

Life’s battlefield

Enlarge poem

You judge me by your preconceived notions
and your endless devotions to how we are so different.
But I ask what makes you so distinct from me?
Aren’t we all just trying to make it in life’s battlefield?
Searching for purpose and meaning
when our eyes are blindfolded and not seeing
that we should inspire one another,
love each other like sister and brother
and cease the thought of people as the other.

We forget what those have done before us
and neglect to engage in the benefits which we are afforded.
To pave the way for equality, diversity; prosperity
because liberty my friend is no longer an impossibility.
Let’s free ourselves from this victim mentality
and immerse ourselves in rationality and reason
to refuse to make excuses for past political abuses.

Let’s detangle the webs that are weaved
which attempt to deceive and paralyze us from receiving
our hopes, aspirations and dreams.
That taint us from letting true potential stay
as opposed to constraining the strength we should display
because inside ourselves it is the same way
instead of the deceptive façades which are relayed.
Yes mistakes are not mended in a single day,
learning takes time until we decide that the life lessons are obeyed.

Revealing the path that’s been chosen for all of us
to depend on each other through unity and trust.
To build roads of life that are stable
instead of claiming that we are unable
to make the change
to rearrange
the chaos which binds and castrates
our spirit and will to achieve greatness.

So when you’re condemning another man
look to yourself for a better plan
don’t undermine your own ability
it might just be what is needed to set us free
for the struggle for human dignity
so we can celebrate each other and not blame depravity
on some kind of higher divinity.

Lets us be each other’s sanctuary
and leave a legacy of human dependency and constancy i
instead of unnecessary discrepancies.

I ask you again, what makes you so distinct from me.
Am I the only one trying to make it in life’s battlefield?

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