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African poet

Drugs – A Poem By Shalom

Dragging yourself down streets and corridors,
Lost, without direction, or purpose to explore.
Paying tribute to what could’ve been,
Dropping like flies, as addiction’s chains are seen.

Our youth, in denial, reject the thought of quitting,
Craving the next fix, their senses continually splitting.
Coke, Mandrax, Marijuana – a deadly, vicious cycle,
Leaving minds shattered, and…

YES, I AM A WOMAN By Itohan Ekle

Yes, I am a woman,
But I am also human.

Yes, I am a woman,
But I possess a free mind.

I am a true one,
With stories of perseverance,
That has stretched across generations.

I might be a woman,
But I won’t be society’s crude,
To refine and sell however they deem fit.

I won’t accept the sexist…

Do You see her? _A poem By Itohan Ekle

“Do you see her?”
“Who?”
“Her,” she says, pointing to the window.
“I don’t see anyone or hear any voices. Are you okay?”
She is standing right there.
“There is no one there.”
“Are you freaking blind? She is right there!”

She could feel the little girl’s uneasiness with the woman having company.
The girl liked being…

She Evolves – A Poem by Sophie Ntsubane

She Evolves, a movement born
A call to action, a heart that’s sworn
To be the change, to make a stand
To nurture growth, with a gentle hand.

A Tree Planted is a story told
Of dreams and hopes, of a future to mold
With every seed, a vision takes root
A symbol of strength, a…

The African Tapestry

In Savanna’s golden light,
Where acacia trees stand tall and bright,
A tapestry of cultures unfolds.
In a rich brocade of stories yet untold.

From pyramids to grand kingdoms,
Africa’s history is rooted in desert sand,
And the rhythms of djembe drums beat strong
As ancestors’ spirits sing a timeless song.

Colours dance and play in vibrant…

POEM: For The Sake Of My Child

It’s okay, I’ll be strong,
But being a woman isn’t easy – all day long.
I carry a heavy load, the burden of expectations high,
A heavy heart with judgments to hold.

I wear many hats, with roles to juggle,
Care for others, work, and handle this and that,
I put others first, giving until…

Poem: The Pressure that comes with compliments

I am a female, bold and bright all day long
I sweat and still go on
I pull up and show up in my hood
The compliments from my peers sometimes overwhelm
Reality strikes and weighs on my shoulders
It is the pressure that comes with a compliment

I go to my hood with pride
I…