We don’t deal with poverty. We cover it up with cute phrases, Instagram, alcohol , sex & debt

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We don’t deal with poverty. We cover it up with cute phrases,Instagram & debt”~. Thomas Nkuna

We don’t deal with poverty we cover it up. With cute phrases , graduation pictures and debt.

“Fake it until you make it” is the worst phrase this generation could encounter. It is a virus that mentally disturbs you to live a fake life so people can see that you have made it while you struggling silently. How are you going to get help while looking like a millionaire ? It’s a sad reality.

I have seen people inviting you to expensive restaurants for meetings when they suppose to pay share of their bill they’ll come up with all sorts of excuses and the most common of those is “I’ve left my card at home can you cover it ?” Or “my card just got stuck in the machine”. I know this because I’ve…

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Beauty

There’s a beauty in the death of an emotion

The kind of soul searching beauty that comes as a thief in broad daylight

There’s a misled but strong deep rooted pride in the shredding of a feeling

The type that leaves your skin silky smooth, a rebirth of sorts

When you separate your being from self

And you convert your tomorrow to today

There’s a part of you that lifts its hand and dares to lay its finger tip on the hidden

There’s a beauty in the death of an emotion

The risen doubt and self hating thread

The pull towards an unclear depth

The giving of self in exchange for goods worth the infinite value of void

The constant search for a type of truth that seeker, himself, does not comprehend

The journey of an unreachable beginning

Where impossible is something and where tomorrow really never comes

Where battles feel like wars and war becomes an apocalypse

Where volcanoes erupt and love overflows only to be shunned by everyday life

Your easiest catch

There’s a beauty in the death of an emotion

A greater beauty still in the peace that the chaos leaves behind

Your reality is often blurred

Look deeper into your soul in search of your heart and let self become your being

Walk to the rhythm of the truth

Follow the flow of the blood that glides through your anatomy,

For the things that you think keep you alive are often the things that make you sink

Fight, to let go

And let that beauty illuminate your glow…

Fight.

Thabile Galela

Treason

She embodies freedom

The makeup on her face that covers all her stains

She embodies strength

Her battered dreams bruised ego and forgotten

It seems, as she carries her beautiful self down 7th street

Nothing out of place, yes

She is perfection

The likeness of marble draped in cowardice, oh so smooth

When his hands glide on her sides, her insides

His fistful of tears

Tears what may have once been the place where her heart used to reside

Yet, she embodies freedom

With every stretch of her lips her heart sinks and dips deep into the sea

Of freedom

But how are you free if your freedom depends on the right colour of your concealer?

When with every stride you strive to deceive every inch of self

When your own vision is blurred every night with your face down against your pillow

When catching your breath, becomes your sweet lullaby

Your enemy…

Treason

She is free

She dives deeper in love, over and over and fails to see, nothing will catch her

She lets the enemy govern her

Every moment inching closer to the big reveal

“baby I love you but why can’t you do anything right?”

Suicide bombing

But, beautiful the only love that’s true is the one that exists in you only for you

 

Thabile Galela

Tax

The clock clicks as a strip of my heart waves home

Minutes play catch up as far as failed attempts will go

The next came too soon while the last would say it would’ve had the hand given it a chance at a new moon

The clock ticks but it doesn’t feel

Its arms stretch longer as they push themselves further

No, they are no bender

The rules remain the same the minutes will not change yet they do find a way to accumulate

the next tries to catch up with the now but the only certainty is another failed attempt

Time consumes hours, raises the number of times the sun will rise and your eyes will meet his and hers but the rules will never change

Know that with every breaking of bread the situation will change and your heart will remain the same but a part of where we had called the start will always be drained because the arms fail to bend and the hands don’t feel while the minutes try to catch up with each other your life will be drained

 

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You meet him, shake hands with her, hug they but the conversations always seem the same

It never changes, sometimes the heat melts their faces into one

molds them into some and blurs them into they

The lines are no longer visible

The stories try too hard

And your days seem to flush away at the same levels always reaching the same destinations

You meet him,

He looks just the same as he did yesterday but his voice sounds different

You shake hands with her,

Her eyes are lovely but I’m sure you mentioned that at the last meeting

You hug they,

A fake laugh here and there not to make things awkward

This turns into your everyday and the clock turns but its arms never bend so you know the rules will remain the same

This is the price you pay

 

Tax

 

Thabile Galela

Things

There are things that brighten your day

Things that when you hold them, their aura holds you back

There are things whose light cannot be explained.

There are things that find their way to your side and never leave

These things can never be taken apart

They become a part of your soul

They lay themselves in your heart

Cradle themselves around your emotions

Illuminate with your smile

Shine as if they die with your frown

These things will always find a way to stay

There are things we cannot explain

Things we shouldn’t try to explain

Things that refuse to be understood

Things that demand to be respected

There are things that live strong in our beings and bury themselves deeply within us.

They come least expected and stay longer then wanted.

You try hard to hide from the truth but this thing will find you.

Moments when who you are becomes dependant on who you want to be.

Some things allow you to live but restrict you to breath.

There is no escape

But by the time you realise that you’ve had your freedom all along you would have lost it all again.

 

Thabile Galela