HIDDEN MESSAGES
.......and then I went home. I thrown my weight onto the bed, without twice
thinking. I decided to take a nap. As I close my eyes, all the masks were removed. It was the end of a fairytale
nor was it a start of reality. What was it then?
Felt like a dream, but, not that colourful sleepy one. Now, have you ever thought how it could be. Just you.
Away from these hairdos, away from these fabric cloths we wear, absence of those qualifications; talents; awards; recognitions; social networks; relationships; goals; likes; hates; memories.
People often ask on their gay counterparts " Why are you gay?"
Okay when I ask the significance, it'll be justified.
" It's still rare and we want to know."
People speak of natural hair, but, really?
You wash it with those foreign things; cut the hair; comb it;, now where's natural there?
That natural described in our Grade 4 classes.
How can we be ourselves?
Trully we are just pawns. Life is like a play where we all have parts. Tears of joy come and go. Clearly seems nothing really lasts. WE are in the box/cocoon. We are undercover.
We are tramped in offices, classes, homes. Living through expectations.All these studies, groomings are too much.
We are sons, daughters, nephews, nieces, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, leaders, workers, writers,friends, lovers. The web list goes on and on throughout the stages in our lives and the achievements we encounter.
And all these come before we are ourselves. We live our lives for others. And we don't know another way cause it's who and what we have always been. History, cultures, religions, families, societies. Ever being a part of something else.
Can I ask why?
Beyond our genders, sexualities, race, backgrounds, occupations, experiences. Let us flourish and expand.
Enjoy a piece of these hidden messages, and don't control your feelings. Some will make you cry. Cry when it feels like and cleanse your soul.
Laugh if you feel like. Go through that memory lane when it make you reminisce. There is a share for everyone. From all walks of life, you wont feel foreign.
And I am a champion to my statement " THE WORLD AINT ONLY ABOUT I." Therefore I have used I not always refering to me.
Please visit often for changes. Comment and sign the guest book. I stand to be corrected and your views are more than welcome.
Yet in my experience as a poet I know some material will offend others, but, sorry I wont apologise.
Don't forget to bookmark this page and thank you for visiting!
I LOVE LOVING YOU AND YOU ARE ALL WELCOME!!!!!!!!!!
YOURS TRULLY: SIXOLILE SINQA
thinking. I decided to take a nap. As I close my eyes, all the masks were removed. It was the end of a fairytale
nor was it a start of reality. What was it then?
Felt like a dream, but, not that colourful sleepy one. Now, have you ever thought how it could be. Just you.
Away from these hairdos, away from these fabric cloths we wear, absence of those qualifications; talents; awards; recognitions; social networks; relationships; goals; likes; hates; memories.
People often ask on their gay counterparts " Why are you gay?"
Okay when I ask the significance, it'll be justified.
" It's still rare and we want to know."
People speak of natural hair, but, really?
You wash it with those foreign things; cut the hair; comb it;, now where's natural there?
That natural described in our Grade 4 classes.
How can we be ourselves?
Trully we are just pawns. Life is like a play where we all have parts. Tears of joy come and go. Clearly seems nothing really lasts. WE are in the box/cocoon. We are undercover.
We are tramped in offices, classes, homes. Living through expectations.All these studies, groomings are too much.
We are sons, daughters, nephews, nieces, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, leaders, workers, writers,friends, lovers. The web list goes on and on throughout the stages in our lives and the achievements we encounter.
And all these come before we are ourselves. We live our lives for others. And we don't know another way cause it's who and what we have always been. History, cultures, religions, families, societies. Ever being a part of something else.
Can I ask why?
Beyond our genders, sexualities, race, backgrounds, occupations, experiences. Let us flourish and expand.
Enjoy a piece of these hidden messages, and don't control your feelings. Some will make you cry. Cry when it feels like and cleanse your soul.
Laugh if you feel like. Go through that memory lane when it make you reminisce. There is a share for everyone. From all walks of life, you wont feel foreign.
And I am a champion to my statement " THE WORLD AINT ONLY ABOUT I." Therefore I have used I not always refering to me.
Please visit often for changes. Comment and sign the guest book. I stand to be corrected and your views are more than welcome.
Yet in my experience as a poet I know some material will offend others, but, sorry I wont apologise.
Don't forget to bookmark this page and thank you for visiting!
I LOVE LOVING YOU AND YOU ARE ALL WELCOME!!!!!!!!!!
YOURS TRULLY: SIXOLILE SINQA
