after months

The day of reckoning is upon me and all the seedlings upon my head have become hauling trees thirsty to tear down life and drink of its blood

All I have learnt from it is to tread and rise like a phoenix amid my burnt down fallible flesh;

To never succumb to any studding nerve evoked by fear

I must ride my horse. I must run barefoot and feel the soil pregnant with the sun's rays;

Feel the subtle droplets of rain 

I must drink . I must spit 

I must love and I must withhold 

The ambiguity of life itself is life and to stop learning is to stop living.

Is it not?

So I stand with my roots clutching the soils 

I stand because the Well I drink of is eternal

I do not cower, I will not fall even when storms push me over

I stand with God because he stands with me. 

- RedINK 🎭

- Nthabeleng Abrahams Pheko

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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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