This morning I woke up inside my bed;

But something was wrong, on top of my head.

My long curly locks, had now disappeared;

In shock I touched my cheeks, and felt a beard.

I ran to the mirror, and looked in fear;

As I saw a tall man, begin to appear.

When I looked from side to side, so did he;

Until I realised, that man is me.

“What is going on?” I began to weep;

Instead of my voice, I heard something deep.

I began to think, how my life would change;

Of everything I’d need, to rearrange.

My daily routine, would turn upside down;

As my body is now, a different noun.

No more knots to take out, of my long hair;

No more waxing, shaving and no more Nair.

No more money spent, on skirts, heels, a dress;

No more make-up needed, to impress.

No more fear of walking, outside alone,

No more fear of being, the gender that’s prone,

To horrific violence, in every form;

A world where women dying, is the norm.

Every four hours, a woman is killed;

That’s just in my country, where blood is spilled.

So when I look in the mirror, again;

Suddenly it becomes simple, and plain.

If all women feel safer to be man;

The whole world needs to come up, with a plan.

So that women can feel safe all the time;

And being women, wouldn’t be a crime.

#uyinenemrwetyana #southafrica #women #safety #safetyforwomen

I am made of many souls in just one body

so at times it gets confusing,

to feel everything at once

As dusk envelopes everything,

I look through the glass window in my condo;

I see city lights slowly come to life

As they flicker beneath the starless night sky.

Five minutes passed I come to

The awareness of my own breathing.

Inspire... Expire... Inspire... Expire...

The rhythm goes on and I close my eyes.

Being alone, I reckon

Can be compared to breathing:

Occasionally difficult

But always necessary.

Now as I inhale oxygen,

As I take in life,

I endure the fact that I am in solitary

In this wild, tumultuous of a metropolis.

So I opened my eyes,

Looked through the glass window in my condo;

I still see city lights but now they're completely alive

My breathing continues as I tuck myself good night.

Winter

I wear all these layers and freeze

My ass off.

Spring

I take all these pills and sneeze

My ass off.

Summer

I use all these fans and sweat

My ass off.

Autumn

I put on a jacket

and take a walk.

A once smartly manicured lawn,

holding headstones new,

headstones faded,

... headstones.

They are the final telling:

a name,

a birth,

a death.

The final journey,

the last home,

no more anticipation,

no more worries.

In this squared circle,

seventy-five stones;

stones that if thought upon,

could tell us a history.

Mother, father,

grandparents,

wife, husband,

son and daughter.

Countless others,

who count in someone's eyes,

someone's heart,

someone's memory.

All, in that final sweet repose.

The greatest journey taken,

the greatest journey ended.

... the last true place of peace.

Whispering a few words, I walk away.

So much love among these tombstones.

I walk the graveyard

because that's where

our souls already are

I touch an elbow raw

beneath the heavenly 

fir trim and wonder if

your flesh feels the bark

if you can still drink in 

the stars for this is how

we are still communing

on the peripheries of our

morning and death so

close to the park of bodies

dismembered from afar

and tormented apart...

tombstones like tears 

and bruises marking

each familiar spot...

#ToWalkTheGraveyard #Challenge

The clock struck midnight and here I am again, a different hotel, a different room. The same smell of the sheets and me under you. In the dark, with the company of four walls around us and the street lamps slipping through. Hushed breaths as you sleep by my side. I move away and sit up. Knees to my chin, arms wrapped around weak legs. I grab a lighter from the nightstand and play with it. I think. I sigh. I watch the sparks and wonder how it would be to burn like that. I wonder if it would keep me warm. I wish the time would stop for me. For this one moment - but it doesn’t. Tomorrow night, midnight will pass just the same... a different hotel, a different room. But no longer me under you. Someone else will take your place and fill the void. I take a cigarette and light it up. I touch your skin and glide my fingers gently against your bare arm. Maybe there will come a day when I can keep you for more than just one night.

The clock struck three, so I took my clothes and left, the smell of smoke lingered in the room as I left you sleeping, alone and without me.

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Shallow (A Star Is Born) ...just wanted to add this

“Your life is your life.

Don't let it be clubbed into dank

Submission.

Be on the watch.

There are ways out.

There is light somewhere.

It may not be much light but

It beats the

Darkness.

Be on the watch.

The gods will offer you

Chances.

Know them, take them.

You can't beat death but

You can beat death

In life.

Sometimes.

And the more often you

Learn to do it,

The more light there will be.

Your life is your life.

Know it while you have

It.

You are marvelous.

The gods wait to delight

In

You.”

- Charles Bukowski

Envious green

Strangling your neck

Ruby red kisses

Giving you a peck

Purple little letters

Whispered in your ear

Great yellow beams

Burning you with fear

Blue fragile tears

Running down your cheek

Orange fists of fury

Showing you’re not weak

Pure white lies

Causing you to run

Pink flesh disguise

Beating just as one

Black listed names

Contagious like the pox

These are all the colors

Inside my crayon box

I am

Another perfect mistake

In a broken world

I’ll grow up to be like everyone else

Which means

Someday I’ll hurt you

And whatever we didn’t have

Will become just a distant memory

Waiting to be forgotten

I will carry your secrets

Until I meet your hellishly low standards

And tell somebody

I’ll find an indirect way

To directly ruin your life

And mess with your head

All from the background

While playing a main role

Someday

I’m going to leave you

And look back on it

As the greatest flaw

In my master plan

I’m going to increase

Your fears

Make you

Feel pain

And break a promise I so desperately wanted to keep

I’ll give you the overused

empty

it’s not you it’s me

Either way we’ll both blame each other

Right now we can still say

we’re nothing

But I need to say

I’m sorry

For all the future

Damage I will

Cause

And incase I never say it

I love you