I'm longing for my promised land
words fly free like birds...
Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen...
Never think
Jump the gun...
We were never equal
You would always take...
calling bipolar by its name
is giving it power...
I shall not take a drop for granted
Of spring and summer rain...
focus on the little things
like getting out of bed...
Our world is getting smaller,
Religion and creed becoming one...
I thought I had you
locked in my basement...
Rain is natural beauty
Falling upon my face...
.
if there should be one...
SOUL ANGEL FROM HEAVEN:
Poem by Mpho Godfrey Ramoshaba...