I Wish You Well

I wish on a shooting star,
I wish you are
All you want to be
I wish you are free.

I wish you health,
Happiness, love, wealth
I wish you worth.

I wish all your dreams come true
And they bring you the joy you hope they do
And you have loyal companions too
With best intentions at heart for you,
Like I do.

I wish you wealth
Diamond rings, platinum pearls, gold earrings,
I wish you health,
Oxygen, clean water as pure as your soul is to me,
And for the ground you walk on to worship you,
The birds to sing for you,
And the stars to shine for you.

I wish the starts to shine for you,
better yet, to shine through you.

I wish you life.
I wish you well.

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The One That Got Away

The one that got away,
Is the one that really got to me.
The further away she went,
The closer to my heart she became.

In Hindsight, I was told to look at the bright side,
But love is really that blind
So excuse my colorblind sight,
In Hindsight.

Shame

Every time I hear the Zulu accent I fall in love
With a man whom I had once forsaken,
Almost forgotten,
Buried him under my fifty shades
Of efforts to be accepted.

I fall in love with a man I had once suppressed
Expressed resentment and shame towards
Because of his originality, uniqueness,
As cowards,
Had convinced me cowardice was life,
Death, life, lies, truth,
fake smiles in public, and real tears behind closed doors.

The person I had once forsaken, almost forgotten,
Forged death of, in a very dark night with no stars in the sky
Forging the “apparent” enlightenment for the “apparent” new me,
The new free, in shackles and chains
In a very dark night with no stars in the sky,
So dark, that I was so blind, that I couldn’t see again,
That the “apparent” new me was the reason I cry.

Buried in shame, suffocated by my efforts for acceptance,
Estranged, with whom I strive for acceptance of.
Every time I hear the Zulu accent
It reminds me of a man I once was,
were, now in despair, bruised and abused
Dysfunctional, in the dark night,
Shattered, my reflection on my broken mirror is pure darkness,
I cry, tears wet my black eye, under my black eyes
My black skin, black hair, black Pride,
Zulu pride, gone forever
With the man I had once despised
But now more than eager,
Desperate to get back.

Dear Zulu, I am ashamed
I was once ashamed of you.

Kendrick Lamar and Tupac Shakur

I remember you was conflicted
Misusing your influence
Sometimes I did the same
Abusing my power, full of resentment
Resentment that turned into a deep depression
Found myself screaming in the hotel room
I didn’t wanna self destruct
The evils of Lucy was all around me
So I went running for answers
Until I came home
But that didn’t stop survivor’s guilt
Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned
Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was
But while my loved ones was fighting the continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one
A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination
Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned
The word was respect
Just because you wore a different gang colour than mines
Doesn’t mean I can’t respect you as a black man
Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets
If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us
But I don’t know, I’m no mortal man, maybe I’m just another nigga.

Kendrick-Lamar-The-Blacker-The-Berry

Blurred Lines

It started off professionally,
As a doctor and patient relationship,
Confident in confidentiality clauses,
To confine us.

We went to being acquaintances,
Customized, to cater for personal needs,
My confidence weakened,
So did my strength,
Caterpillars in my stomach, so my knees weakened,
That I couldn’t stand
being apart from you.

It started off professionally,
Ended up circumstantially, consequentially compromised,
A drug dealer and an addict,
A broken man, only your “fix” could repair me,
Your love, your addictive love,
Your heroin, cocaine, crack, smack,
My confidence, free from confinement
Of confidentiality clauses,
My vision, once so vivid,
Now so blurry, contrast contradictions,
Cause of our buried ethics and morals,

I got lured,
As lines got blurred.