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Love For Me

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There is a love for me
A love wrapped in old prayer
A love tucked in my lungs like breath

There is a love I was pulled from
A dust of stories
A wind of rapture
A cunning song that leads the darkest night to its dawn

Love
Crowds my tongue
It weaves a new language
It carries itself in the scent of a new day

Thato Angela Chuma

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Between Lives

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She says men leave stories on her skin
Crooked, fractured, broken stories about how life leaves them empty
And her, full with their scent.
They kiss her tongue blue, burning her mouth with lust
Tasting her silent voice, muting it further.
Between her thighs there lies a home
For men that seek to forget their faces for a while.
And under their bodies, she has learned how to forget her name.
Sometimes, she is multi colored
Blood tinging her skin, bruised, like an old memory
She likes clouds.
How they gather darkly yet produce something as beautiful as rain.
She says some pain gathers itself and makes you survive.
When the weight of unfamiliar bodies press against her body
She looks outside the window
And remembers why clouds gather.

When she gets home, with plastics full of food and clothes
The smiles of her children revive her.
She no longer feels hollow.
She remembers her name, her place
And how her love for her children has no shade of pain.
Their bellies filled, their gleaming eyes
That is her story.
Not the brokenness of men or their scents.
Her body, a double voice,
Lingers between two lives.
But she is never empty like those men.
She knows herself.
Mother.

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  1. “Their bellies filled, their gleaming eyes
    That is her story.” love that line.

    Beautiful piece.

    ivan

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Biography

Thato Angela Chuma is a Motswana singer, poet and writer. Her poetry has featured in literary magazines such as Saraba Magazine, Brittle Paper, Strange Horizons, The Stare’s Nest and The Kalahari Review.

Thato Angela Chuma

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Biography

Thato Angela Chuma is a Motswana singer, poet and writer. Her poetry has featured in literary magazines such as Saraba Magazine, Brittle Paper, Strange Horizons, The Stare’s Nest and The Kalahari Review.

Love For Me

Enlarge poem

There is a love for me
A love wrapped in old prayer
A love tucked in my lungs like breath

There is a love I was pulled from
A dust of stories
A wind of rapture
A cunning song that leads the darkest night to its dawn

Love
Crowds my tongue
It weaves a new language
It carries itself in the scent of a new day

Featured Poem:

Between Lives

Enlarge poem

She says men leave stories on her skin
Crooked, fractured, broken stories about how life leaves them empty
And her, full with their scent.
They kiss her tongue blue, burning her mouth with lust
Tasting her silent voice, muting it further.
Between her thighs there lies a home
For men that seek to forget their faces for a while.
And under their bodies, she has learned how to forget her name.
Sometimes, she is multi colored
Blood tinging her skin, bruised, like an old memory
She likes clouds.
How they gather darkly yet produce something as beautiful as rain.
She says some pain gathers itself and makes you survive.
When the weight of unfamiliar bodies press against her body
She looks outside the window
And remembers why clouds gather.

When she gets home, with plastics full of food and clothes
The smiles of her children revive her.
She no longer feels hollow.
She remembers her name, her place
And how her love for her children has no shade of pain.
Their bellies filled, their gleaming eyes
That is her story.
Not the brokenness of men or their scents.
Her body, a double voice,
Lingers between two lives.
But she is never empty like those men.
She knows herself.
Mother.

How does this featured poem make you feel?

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

Love For Me

Enlarge poem

There is a love for me
A love wrapped in old prayer
A love tucked in my lungs like breath

There is a love I was pulled from
A dust of stories
A wind of rapture
A cunning song that leads the darkest night to its dawn

Love
Crowds my tongue
It weaves a new language
It carries itself in the scent of a new day

Comments

  1. “Their bellies filled, their gleaming eyes
    That is her story.” love that line.

    Beautiful piece.

    ivan

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