THE FALL

FALL

As much as I hold on to the rope of denial

every once in a while I let go and fall

Fall deeply in love with the one not meant for me.
deeply in love with the heart breaker
deeply in love with the dangerous one

I fall for the sly wolf, crafty one
so deep that it takes years to get back up

Love lost in the vast deep blue sea, with crooks
ready to tear my heart, body, spirit and soul into pieces

I always fall for the dodgy type that says he loves me
then leaves when my heart aches most for him

I fall for his words, his love, his lust, his body his soft touch
spellbound I fall deeper and deeper each day

I fall, fall and keep falling until I reach the pit
of hatred for his type, till I fall again

Oh Racism

I stroll down the streets of  Swellendam

 you  are nowhere to be found

 until I walk into the restaurant 

hunger shutting my eyes to see

 no black people in here

I sit and wait, and wait

to be attended to, all  waiters

ignoring my call, my signaling

comes the manager saying

“ we  do not serve your kind here”

I look all around me and

find the absence of  diversity

starring back at me

 I laugh and say, “Oh there you are”

“Racism, there you are”

 “long time no see”

As I introduce myself

to class and mention

I am African, Liberian

somebody snickers

 silent whispers of “Ebola”

for a minute I thought I was free

of you, a whole day in different

classes and you do not show

as those words were muttered

 I laughed

and said “oh there you are racism”

“Long time no see”

Oh racism you hide

but I see you as I am

stopped and questioned

 by the law wanting to know

why I jog  the streets of Ferguson

“Because I am black?”

for an hour  you do not  show

I sigh and look up to heaven and wonder

when will I die and leave this earth

where to be black is nothing but a crime

I laugh as they cuffed me and said

“Oh racism there you are”

“Long time no see”

This poem was inspired by specific areas in the world that people still suffer racism; by people who experience racism ; by those who died in the hands of racist. 

LEAVE ME FOR HER

LEAVE ME FOR HER

Leave me for her
Go be with her
She that:
warms your bed
when I turn my head
even as I stare
The One who makes you
Not sure about me again

Leave me for her
Have dinner with her:
The dates promised
But went with her
Special moments created
But molded with  her
The One who makes you
Not sure about me again

Leave me for her
Go on holiday with her:
plans made for me...

" Whilst I was vulnerable; wishing for home "

...but fulfilled with her
The honeyed words
You Spoke but felt by her
The One that makes you
Not sure about me again

You left me for her
And I knew:
the
Moment your words
Became lesser and less,
harsher and harsh,
When your kisses
felt ice cold
And touch Left me
bruised,
But I wish you luck
happiness too
With the One who
Made you not sure
About me again.

                                                       the lovepoet
                                                 edited by the cocktailpoet

hello and Goodbye

Time to say Good bye:

Good bye

To memories

Good and bad

To love

almost bloomed

To emotions

Dug deep

Your words warmth

Your hugs lie

Your frost kiss

Good bye  to  You

to the aged me 

that loved you

to us which never

became, this is me

saying hello to  

Good byes

                                                            from deep within the heart

                                                                     the lovepoet
                                                             edited by the cocktailpoet

the Good byes and not goodbyes have a deeper meaning, that says it all ends on a good note but at the same time, there is no going back to what used to be or what could have been.

Withered Rose

Petal Drop/ withered rose

I am a withered rose

Dying as each red petal falls

into earth and becomes no more

once a seed that blossomed into

the red rose of everyone’s desire

they looked, stared in amazement

adored my beauty and elegance.

but each night my red petals

begin to turn black and fall

as I let each one of them pull

me off my stem and rub me

in their arms by letting them

slide between my thighs

my ever sweet wet thighs

night after night we exchange

more than body lubricant,

more than sweat, we exchange

our souls, our spirits, our stories and

I let them take every bit of innocence

Left in me,  I let them take my precious

Treasure and before the sun rises they leave

Leave me in my own pity, my sadness

Leave me with memories of when

He used to come to me late at nights

Until he decided I was grown enough

To be ripped off my virtue

And he forced his way into me

And I cried and cried cause I knew

I had begun to wither

My first petal drop was by my father

And many led after that  

I am a withered rose

Dying as each red petal falls

 into earth and becomes no more

for every girl, lady, woman, daughter, sister, wife, aunt, grandmother who has been raped 

              

                                                  the lovepoet