The Flower That Grew ~ Nkazimulo Mvemve

with roots embedded in the world she stood
beautiful & rare, I could not compare her to another
rooted to cement she pushed & pushed,
her way from the soil that was under

the flower grew from tough terrain,
but inevitably that did not strain,
as her beauty she still maintained
ever shining, even through the harshest rain

you wanted this more than me
so how is it that i, lovingly
want to make you grow more & more,
from subtly a flower into more like a splendid tree

there's a strong relationship, between a gardener & his flower
he gives his time to please & tender her, in order for them to love each other

energy not wasted and time spent beautifully together,
she reminds him of what happiness is like
and the same with him when he gives her all his love.
the flower is happy and... so is... he,
their fate is sealed for truth they were meant to be.



© Nkazimulo Mvemve

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Grade 11
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Being ~ Lulama Msomi

Being

I'm not happy
I am not in my element
All my dreams and aspirations have tumbled down and are now amongst the dust

More that are intelligent, gifted and bright have been discovered
I have no talent-not even kindness
I'm hurt...broken
Life is hard but I keep living
Who am I?
Am I a number...the number?
Am I still myself at her purest self?
I'm lost ...without a true sense of direction.
I want to be happy.
ALIVE!
I am not kind no I am not kind
My heart is not kind.

It's Complicated  

I don't know me
I don't even know what I want
I don't even know how to express my personal woes

I don't want to be like this anymore
I don't want to feel stuck

I don't know where to start.


©Lulama Msomi

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Matriculant 2017
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