Makgato Mgt Machaba

HAVE A PIECE OF MY THOUGHTS
(LOVE AND DISGUIZE) by makgato machaba

Episode 1 (taught to hate)

The people that I spent time with never taught me how
to love, the place that I was born, ethically love means
pains, I saw the children sleeping with hunger and
forgotten about my own health, I was radically taught
how to hate, a dynamic feeling of no hope, you die
inside with a fear of not being able, I am from a place
where love never exists, love never visits, it doesn't
even nourish, through air, others said they have felt it
glow, I smoked and choked, through breeze they
confirmed some felt it, I inhaled and felt my whole
body dizzy.
I was surrounded by people who believed in hunger,
the people I was raised with taught me how to survive
the storms, we never got ready for life, we was aiming
for death.
we expected the worst even in christmas day, I was
taught to never demand a thing, even in sabaath, I
never knew what good friday meant, but christianity
was food to our soul, we feared God, but some lost in
him.
The people I saw while I was growing up, are today the
people that prays for my failure, I am from a place
where blacks are cursed before their spirits can be
cleansed, and cleansing ceremonies are ofentimes
dangerous. I saw the priest giving up, and I forgotten
dreams faded, one day I almost believed that life can
get better, but meriam makeba died, I never cried, I
held grudges.
I never shook my head aside but nothing has ever
came my way. Positivity was murdered since that day.
I was taught how to hate. The genes that runs in my
testicles left me troubled with empty goals that I
achieved and died. I am from a place where my blood
delivered wrong irons to watch how far the pigment
will deceive me. Shame is my middle name, the place
where every step you take revert back to its normal
positioning, we never knew God, but we prayed with
passion.
We do not know about the publishers and actors in the
bible, but we are holly. We took so many steps, so
many knights without sleeps, we searched, but I alone
had seen the tears of my mom, I have been trying,
today I knew, her tears represented power.
I have nothing to be proud of, but I was build and
lagmented with iron's to become the alien I am. Today
I am not like them, never!!!
we are not the same. I stands out to be unhuman, I
think about your thoughts while you thinking about the
visual sets of images you seen while dreaming, I
handicapped the minds of the zombies while the
haunted spirits dies in me. I never had love before, I
do not know what love is, I was built to hate.
They is no place, no destiny or heaven that was
destined to the people I came with, we are all objects
of pain.
The worlds needs to tests, twilight came a clouds that
puts a catarax of orthodox and maliscious codes that
visciously harm humans, we are here, come put it on
us. We are not pain free, we are just seeking for a way
out, shall we die in this process, who do we blame?
"Jobo's prayers was heard", and that's my dad right
here, thinking he will see the cliffs and hills before
noon, and the message is loud and clear, we where
born to live..........
THE END
To be continued!!!!!y