Sixteen

Sixteen by Lesley 'Les- T' Masenya on SoundCloud

Sixteen

She was sixteen
When she was laid to rest
Her body finally at peace
And free

It wasn't the rope
Around her neck that killed her
Or the razor blade
She used to cut her wrists with
Or the sedatives
She took most nights
To numb the pain

She was just sixteen
When she was laid to rest
Her body finally at peace
and free

It wasn't her reckless lifestyle
Or her thug boyfriend
That killed her
It wasn't the drugs they used
Or the booze they drank
It wasn't
The friends she kept

She was just sixteen
When she was laid to rest
Her body finally at peace
And free

It wasn't her step dad's
Beer belly that killed her
As he held her down
Or his hands over her mouth
That suffocated her
As he tries to muffle her cries

She was just sixteen
When she was laid to rest
Her body finally at peace
And free

She was used to the pain
The razor helped her feel again
The high shut off this horrible movie
That she lived
And that played over and over again
Everytime it was silent
Walked around with headphones
To drown her own screams

She was only sixteen
When she was laid to rest
Her body finally at peace
And free

It wasn't the abuse that killed her
It was the stabbing stares
And finger pointing at school
It was the whispering
Then sudden silence
When she walked past
It was the images taken
Along with her innocence
When she was just four
That some kids found
And were passing them around
Like free mixtapes
With every download
Every file shared
She was stabbed
And ripped apart
Images of her
Being violated
Scattered on facebook
For all to see
Sent from one phone to the next
Killed by a society
Who wouldn't let her
Stop being a victim

She was just sixteen
When she was laid to rest
Her body finally at peace
And free

To Thando

The light you shine
On this grim
Dark corner
That's moist with lies
And this strong stench
Of filthy secrets in the air
Lays it all out bare
And cannot be swallowed
By the darkness of silence
This light
That's so true
I see it too

Munju

I see my world
Through the virgin eyes
Of my daughter
Everything so fresh
New and amazing
The waving of hands goodbye
Such an intricate
Word and hand coordination
The motion of parallel hands
Triggers a smile
And her tiny hands go up
And her eyes say
"pick me up"
My world is only
Knee high now
And everyone's a giant
And their words are overrated
We understand
each other without words
Me and my daughter
She sits on my lap
Looks deep into my eyes
Then lays her head on my chest
"daddy I love you"
I caress her back gently
Lay a kiss on her foreheard
"i love you too Munju"

My muse

My muse sees no angels
And I write to summon them
Her rocky journey
Cushioned only
By the pages
Of my poetry

My muse is in chains
A slave to fear
Tangled in a web of lies
And I write
To free her

My muse is confined
To a dark box
Of "no hope"
And with my pen
I pierce holes
To let the light in

My muse is strong
And I write to remind her
Of her fragility
And her ability to comfort
A troubled poet
With her delicate touch

My muse is often weak
And I write to awaken
Her inner strength
Because with her
My inspiration lies
And her spirit
Births my poems
A symbiotic relationship
Between my pen
And her emotions

My muse lives for me
And I for her
I write to thank her.
Her breathe
Her smile
Her eyes
Give me life
And these words
My sacrifice to her

Paths

Our paths cross everyday
And we have this conversation
In my mind
That ends with us
Head over heels inlove
The conversation lengthy
Yet our paths cross
For just a moment
And I didn't even say hi
Just stared as you walked by

Upside down

If I tear my blue skies
And turn them grey
Make it rain
On my sunny day
If I rip my sun
Off the sky
And throw it in the ocean
Write my humble pertition
On my flesh
With poetry
And my blood as ink
Cross my tees
And dot my i's
With tears
If I turn my world
Upside down
To be with you
Will you be
With me

Maybe my eyes told you

Maybe my eyes told you
What my heart
Desperately tries to hide
As the birds chirp
And the morning mist
Makes our encounters
Seem mystical

Maybe my eyes told you
What my mind thinks
And my hand writes
In silence
At night
Away from prying eyes
Wishing it was physical

Maybe my eyes told you
That my lips
Want to meet yours
And what my skin
Longs to feel
And how real
This virtual affair is

Maybe my eyes told you
How your right hand
Would fit perfectly
In my left hand

What we all have

I found that
what I didn't have
I did have
Buried
In a shallow grave
Of self doubt
And negative thoughts
Wallowing in self pity
And I kept trampling
All over it
In my foolish search
For what I already had

It has always been there
In that shallow grave
Of neglect
Where we least expect
It to be
It is called Inner Strength
Because It Is within us

Lust

It all starts in a candle lit room
With words spoken softly
And whispers
in the rhythm
Of heartbeats
To the gentle meeting
Of willing lips
Hands intertwined
In gentle holds
That turn to firm grasps
With each kiss

To heavey breathing
And thighs wrapped
Around waists
Back against wall
And fingers caressing
The back of a poet neck
To nibbling of ears
And mumbled words
That turn to pleasure groans
Moans that curl toes

To screaming
Biting
Scratching
Pulling
Pushing
Fast
Slow
Gentle
Hard

Exhaustion