They call it illegal, a crime, a disgrace,
A swarm in the city, a cluttered place.
Yet every morning, they still return,
For empty hands cannot wait their turn.
A license costs more than a family's meal,
Yet they demand it,demand they kneel.
... – by ThembieAngieeMt | 2 Views added 13 hours ago
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It’s tradition, they say, a cultural game,
To bargain, to barter, to whittle down names.
A dance of the tongue, a battle of cents,
A ritual woven in coins and intent.
At the supermarket, we pay without pause,
No questions, no haggling, no... – by ThembieAngieeMt | 5 Views added 13 hours ago
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They will call him a monster,
but monsters do not rise from nothing.
They crawl from the wreckage of themselves,
stitched together with grief,
sharpened by the echo of slammed doors
and the hollow ache of returned footsteps.
He was a man... – by ThembieAngieeMt | 22 Views added 8 days ago
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They say, "Why suffer? Life is short."
So they wrap themselves in ease,
trade sweat for softness,
let comfort cradle them into quiet decay.
"What’s the point?" they chuckle,
watching the runners, the lifters,
the ones who trade mornings for... – by ThembieAngieeMt | 9 Views added 9 days ago
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He moves like mist, smooth and slow,
Slipping through cracks only few would know.
A practiced hand, a careful grin,
A game where losing is the greater sin.
Across the room, another glance,
A shift, a step,a mirrored dance.
Two ghosts in... – by ThembieAngieeMt | 15 Views added 9 days ago
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They see her hands but not the work,
her stride but not the miles behind.
A woman at a table, a woman in a car,
to them, she is always someone’s guest,
never the builder of her own home.
Their eyes are heavy with belief,
not in truth, but in... – by ThembieAngieeMt | 132 Views added 11 days ago
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Yet in that fragile home,
the echoes of broken bonds reverberated.
The promises of love had become ghostly whispers
in the corridors of a life left unfulfilled.
The son, once sheltered by a stepmother’s deceit,
later discovered the bitter... – by ThembieAngieeMt | 12 Views added 11 days ago
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There was once a father
who cradled every child in tender care,
a man whose heart spanned generations,
whose arms embraced all of life’s chaos.
He loved many, yet fate scattered his family
like leaves in an autumn wind.
In the quiet before... – by ThembieAngieeMt | 11 Views added 11 days ago
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She moves through the world in borrowed footsteps,
a guest in her own skin,
watching laughter bloom in other people’s mouths,
wondering how it feels to wear joy from the inside out.
She knows what love looks like,
the way it settles in... – by ThembieAngieeMt | 18 Views added 13 days ago
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If there is a thread that binds me to this world,
it is you.
Not blood, not name,
but something deeper, something that bends time.
I have searched the faces of strangers,
measured the weight of my existence,
and in every room, in every... – by ThembieAngieeMt | 9 Views added 13 days ago
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She watches the sky with wide-eyed wonder,
ears twitching at the flutter of wings.
The birds soar where she cannot follow,
a freedom just beyond her reach.
At the gate, she lingers,
paws pressed against iron boundaries,
nose tilted to the... – by ThembieAngieeMt | 5 Views added 14 days ago
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Not every ear is meant to hear,
not every heart can hold good cheer.
Some hands don’t strike, yet still they stain,
some eyes don’t glare, yet still they drain.
You share a hope, a seed, a spark,
watch it wither, lost to dark.
Not by force,... – by ThembieAngieeMt | 6 Views added 14 days ago
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"Money," they said, "we crave, we need,
Yet it poisons the body, the heart, the mind,
A chain disguised as freedom's key,
A thief of all we leave behind."
But tell me this,was it the gold
That bent the spine, that dimmed the soul?
Did paper... – by ThembieAngieeMt | 10 Views added 14 days ago
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Some dreams dim before they shine,
A spark snuffed out by winds unseen.
Not for lack of wanting, nor for lack of will,
But by fate’s hands, firm and still.
The world turns, unmoved by plans,
No pause for hopes that slip like sand.
What was... – by ThembieAngieeMt | 223 Views added 18 days ago
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Love, but never at the altar of self.
Not a kneeling, pleading thing,
not a prayer whispered into the hands
of someone who forgets to open them.
I can love without shrinking,
without offering ribs for a throne,
without sculpting my worth
... – by ThembieAngieeMt | 9 Views added 18 days ago
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They call me strong like it’s a shield,
as if the word itself can bend the weight,
as if my bones won’t splinter beneath
what they assume I can take.
They stack their sorrows on my back,
build their tempests in my chest,
forget that steel... – by ThembieAngieeMt | 34 Views added 20 days ago
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The road is long, they told me once,
And every inch must bear your weight.
Your back must bend, your hands must break,
No easy paths, just toil and fate.
So I dug deep, I bled and burned,
Carved my name in dust and stone.
Yet wealth and... – by ThembieAngieeMt | 209 Views added 21 days ago
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No one watches a fruitless tree,
but let it bear, let its branches bow,
and suddenly, the air is thick
with hands reaching, eyes lingering,
tongues thirsty for what once was ignored.
When they were alone,
they were ordinary,
a face in the... – by ThembieAngieeMt | 6 Views added 21 days ago
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I don't count the nights alone,
solitude and I have long made peace.
Loneliness never lingers here,
no hollow echoes in its place.
But absence hums in the quiet spaces,
not in the way of sorrow,
not in longing’s desperate wail,
but in the... – by ThembieAngieeMt | 13 Views added 25 days ago
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You plated it with care,
seasoned every word,
let the rhythm simmer,
made sure each line had weight.
You stepped back, nodded.
Yes, this one will be felt.
Then silence.
A few pass by, lift the lid,
take a sniff,
leave without a word.
... – by ThembieAngieeMt | 54 Views added 25 days ago
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He left the campus gates behind,
a dropout, not by choice but fate,
no loans, no lifelines, just a home
where hunger set the dinner plate.
His mother’s breath was stitched with pain,
his father’s strength began to wane.
Bills stacked high... – by ThembieAngieeMt | 16 Views added 25 days ago
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I step into a room where the air is heavy,
where the glances weigh more than words,
and somehow, without lifting a hand,
I am the one who must settle the debt.
The table is cluttered with empty plates,
echoes of voices that were never mine,
... – by ThembieAngieeMt | 15 Views added 25 days ago
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Everything must be just so;
edges aligned, steps measured,
a world molded to a standard
I alone can see.
A dish not just cooked but crafted,
a room not just clean but precise,
words not just written but sharpened
to cut through the fog of... – by ThembieAngieeMt | 37 Views added 26 days ago
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She stands before the mirror’s glow,
A little ball of fur and woe.
Eyes locked tight on something strange,
A world beyond,just out of range.
She tilts her head, then looks at me,
Then back again,what sorcery?
How am I there, yet standing... – by ThembieAngieeMt | 8 Views added 27 days ago
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A passport burned, a credit card torn,
his name a curse upon her lips,
yet still, she stalked his shadow’s path,
clawing for his fingertips.
A favor here, a borrowed bill,
a Christmas wish, a plea,
but every door he tried to close
became... – by ThembieAngieeMt | 15 Views added 28 days ago
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She washed his clothes like love was stitched
into every thread he wore,
cooked his meals as if each bite
would make him crave her more.
She played the part, soft-spoken, sweet,
erased herself to make him see,
but love, oh love, was never... – by ThembieAngieeMt | 6 Views added 28 days ago
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Some are born to silk and silver,
to gates that never close,
to water that runs without asking,
to light that never flickers out.
For them, comfort is the air they breathe,
so common, they forget it’s there.
And some are born to empty hands,... – by ThembieAngieeMt | 13 Views added 28 days ago
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A gift should be light in the hands,
but some carry the weight of a ledger,
names etched in fine print,
tally marks where love should be.
You call it kindness,
but kindness does not keep score,
does not sigh when it gives,
does not whisper,... – by ThembieAngieeMt | 57 Views added 28 days ago
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I held the thought like porcelain,
light against my palms,
a gift carved from words,
from nights spent stitching meaning
into something that would last.
It was not gold, nor silk, nor anything grand,
just a cup,
but not just a cup.
It was... – by ThembieAngieeMt | 9 Views added 29 days ago
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They never made space for you.
Not in the tunnels where the air is thick with sweat,
nor in the boardrooms where men trade handshakes for fortunes
you were never meant to touch.
They watch, waiting for your silence,
for the weight of rust and... – by ThembieAngieeMt | 123 Views added 29 days ago
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