goddess

As I set foot within the castle, a garment was placed on my shoulders and a voice said " Reign with love, reign "
And I looked back from which I came
The muddy planes I crossed
The puddles and the dusty windows I saw the moon through
Another voice echoed " this isn't yours" shoving down images and playing remarks in my head
Now the one who stood before me stared deep into my eyes ,I was nakedly insight
Yet He took my sweaty, begrimed hands
 with shining eyes and a smile; as if He could read me He said " what is yours cannot be taken. What is in you cannot be erased "
He steadily put the crown on my head and kissed my forehead and said " This Is Love "
And all the darkness succumbed to the trumpet which was commanded to sound
 and the crowd watching bowed
 It was finalized that royalty cannot be bound
 I put an armor all around
 Now, it is the one who sees me back who allows only the noble to whisper into this crowned skull
 – Goddess RedInk 👸🏾 

Nthabeleng Pheko

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desire

So many roads trod, there's more to cover.
I was given a candle and a stick for a weapon, but these I've long lost.
 It has been 23 moons passed
 23 summers
 23 winters
 23 autums
 23 springs
 Yet my soul yearns for a season no eye has beheld nor skin felt
 It is it I phantom in heart and mind
 I have touched its fruit
 I have felt its kiss on my lips and its perfume haunts me day in and out
 I stare at the seams and wait for its arrival, for like a deer I shall rejoice when I see it come
 Lo! It is near but like a schizophreniac, I see what no one sees and I hear what no one hears. So I cling to what is before me and listen to its distant calls and walk with my heart as a map, for I know those who are summoned must be led.
 – RedInk 🎭

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Had I not left the burden into someone else's palms, maybe things would've been simpler.

These thoughts rush in my head and I find myself trapped in a trance.

Did I not use myself as a cup, saving what was not to seep into the ground?

Did I not trap what was meant to evaporate?

Did I not try hard enough?

I don't... I don't know

Should I run for hiding every time turmoil appears, especially with these scars in my hands?

Everything I have touched, there I have left my trace

Predictable....so predictable are these steps

Like a Wiseman whispered and said " there, where those steps will tread lies a pitstop ahead ", so I shrunk into my little box and not move, not even an inch

For the greyheads have spoken, who am I not to heed these warnings?

I don't know... I don't know

But, I am a goddess and I create my rules as I go, so no fear shall shut the doors unlocked... unlockedEven with Goliath and evil presiders standing insight, the fire within fumes and unquinched

Lo! I take out this ink sword and cut open these locks

See? These doors open asunder!

By Nthabeleng Pheko

-RedInk poetry🎭

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