FROM THE HEART by Ndango Mufamadi

From the heart

I have been told I cannot write poetry.

It saddens me; writing is the only way I know to how talk to cry to laugh and to share my love.

I have been told I can't sing.

Butt my cords are my instruments of expression. My cords are the only thing I have when all of you turn on me. When all of you have more important things to tend to.

I have been told I am skinny

Yet why do I still feel so fat

Why do I despise the jiggling that my thighs and tummy make?

If I am as skinny as I have been told I am, why don't I look into the mirror and say 'Damn girl you need some meat to cover those bones'

I have been told that I am clever, smart, intelligent, an intellectual. Then why is it that stupid is the only word in my vocab I see fit to describe my intellectual abilities.

Simple arithmetic is a task for my mind. Learning a now song. Takes me consulting with my good friend internet to get it right. Ask me for my father's number and my phone will give you the answer... Ah my first rhyming words, proof of my stupidity.

Stop telling me I can't write. Poetry is my therapist.

Stop telling me I can't sing. My cords comforts me when I'm the least important thing in your life.

Stop telling me I'm skinny. Till the day I get on a diet to intentionally gain weight. I'm FAT.

Stop telling me I'm smart. My mind is too slow to process that. I'm STUPID.

And I will write. I will sing. So stop!!!!

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the unconscious love

Love love love until you can't love no more-----world peace is a business

                                  death i am not scared

You see I have seen time stop,I have seen a dead clock,I have smelled a dead corp,I have seen clinically modified and created diseases kill people and solutions hidden,I have closed my eyes and imagined heaven, but then again I asked myself how am I able to paint a picture I have never seen before.

Death am no more scared,you see they might consider you sacred,some might say your more beautiful than an infant escaping its mothers womb to this now dead world,yet some might try give life to you in words,spiritual people compare and contrast both worlds.

I say am no more scared of you in fear of being judged,in fear of what is ahead,but I guess even the pope does not know,Its just mere hope.

                                       quotes

The most profound man I had never knew,I heard stories about you,most quote what you wrote or spoke,absurd I must say.

I hope I will be quoted,abucus once told us that this system will one day crush and crumble blood spills on the ground,silent sounds of crushed dreams and hopes, I hope to be quoted,for the ground will one day swallow me,I will lay back in my soon to decompose home,such comfort is not there on this planet,for few days you will morn me,but I hope you quote me

Abucus once said,art is all the is for us,our love,peace,and happiness,in these hands it lays. now will you,will you tell them I had hoped to teach them what my father never taught me,they my kids woman.

We often quote people,hoping to express their views the way they had wished to,but that can never be achieved due to emotion.

                                          Dying butterflies

They all went out,their wings painted the ground,oblivious of how they ran out,now his love for her was physical,he took advantage of her molding her with his hands,now her love for him was chronical,the diNner table was the ring,every night she would take out the ring wishing someone would steal it,because all that was left was just papers and the ring,I love him,no I cannot do that to him,it will hurt him,butterflies they all ran out,if you were his eyes would you still love him,looking into your wives eyes with tears ready to fall,would you forgive him,butterflies.

                                  i am sinner

Sins of daughters that corrupt brothers,mothers that cooked for the fathers that found the food cold,the love in the eye ,red dress lovers,governmental prostitution captivating the constitution,suck on us America I will smear the wound with magogo's mixed portion.

The day of judgment,take those who are callow,tell them growth is not affected by cannibalism,tell them obama killed bin laden,tell them bantu education is forgotten,go on provide a carapace for the mpimpi down the street,tell them that mogabe is a great president,close your eyes to the carrion you see down your street.

Judgment day,dab the judge with notes,plead for your president swine not to be arrested,africa is drowning in debts made by blinded mind sets,promises wrapped by dainty handkerchiefs.