Suicide

Suicide, my hands have been the death of me.
Suicide, my body vertically bound, my hands next to me.
Suicide, my eyes no longer visible to the naked eye
Suicide they scream shocked, surely not I.


The tight noose that we call life was a misery.
The tight noose of this rope has set me free.
The extrusion of the physical, releasing the soul: oh what a mystery.
The letter I wrote to my mother secretly.


She,the one who gave life will mourn my departure.
She,the one who nourished me in life will unhook my stature.
She, the one who cradled me in life shall cradle the body of the boy whom she once called a son.
She, the one who gave me light shall be my rising sun.


In death I am free, my soul unleashed into the universe; a beam.
I know it may seem, a cruel end ,but for me, it is the dawning of a new day.


Suicide, my hands have been the death of me.
Suicide, my body vertically bound; my hands next to me.
Suicide, my eyes no longer visible to the naked eye
Suicide they scream shocked, surely not I.


Do not cry over me, in death, I live forever.
Do not weep over me, for in my demise, I shine eternally

Mosquitoes

No one knows, no one knows what you feel when your liberty is taken away.

No one knows, no one knows the pain I felt as my body was violated by a vermin.

No one knows, yet everyone pretends to know.



I remember the ripping of flesh vividly.

I remember the cold floor as I fell, trying to fight him off me.

I remember the sting, the sharp cold against my back.



It was hot outside, the sound of mosquitoes my only solace.

It was hot outside and the sweat on his face mirrored what he felt inside, heat, demonic heat coupled with lust…rage, malice.

It was hot outside and the sound of the mosquitos sang a song of solitude.



I am paralysed, my body fails me,my mind abandons me.

I am paralysed, I try to scream yet my voice is as silent as the song of the mosquitoes.

I am paralysed, my limbs numb, limp ,as alive as a dead seed.



I feel the rip of my skin, the death of my innocents.

I feel the scar, deep inside my soul. I am a broken vessel, tainted by evil.

I feel the drop of sweat as it falls from his face, an infinite thread

I feel his thrust as he crumbles inside me. He is limp, I am dead.



The mosquitoes sing, a loud song of sorrow.

The, mosquitoes sing as my soul leaves the vessel it once called a body.

The mosquitoes sing as I am left a shell of the girl I used to be.

The mosquitoes sing as I pray for a better tomorrow.

Sing a song of deliverance, sing a song of freedom, and chant a song of sorrow.

I want him by Siyasanga Wavhudi Jackson-Sijadu

Fuck!!! I hate this feeling of uncertainty!
Fuck, Fuck Fuck!!! I hate knowing I’m stuck to him like glue when fish in the sea are plenty.
Damn it I hate feeling like my world is coming to an end every time that stupid phone doesn’t ring.
Bloody hell every time I hear him speak I feel like a servant bowing down to her King.

It is a sign of weakness, ye...t it fuels me like riotousness.
I hate that the passion lit within me craves for him everyday.
My body steams up with pleasurable pain as I try not to obey this ticking vaginal bomb.
Oh yes I’m strong but even the strong fail.

Oh Lord I hate being drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
Dear lord you know he ignites my blood and yet he leaves me tame.
Good God take away these feelings for I am about to erupt like a volcano
I say no but all I mean is YEBO!!!

I want him, I want all of him.
I want him and his rattling snake to dwell within my secrete realm.
I want him to take me and reap me apart till I start to sprout tears of agony.
I want him to touch me till parts of my body burst into symphony.

I want him to look into my eyes as I bleed with eternal affection.
I want him to see as my body trembles like it is being sectioned into a dozen pieces.
I want his kisses to linger with me for eternity.

Yes Dear Lord it is blasphemy but it feels like sanity.
Castrate me and feed me to wolves but I am proud to stand on pimped up stools to say
…….I want him, Dear Lord in Haven, I want him.