Please Be Patient With Me !!

Please be patient with me,

Sometimes when I’m around

People I ooz out and have a thought

To myself.When you ask me what’s

Wrong and I say nothing,Please

Believe me.Theres nothing really.

Im just thinking to myself and

Sometimes I have no words to say

At all !! Please be patient with me.

Poetess Dee



Slit Wrists.


Slit my wrists
What happens next?
The blood drips down
On to my desk.

The pain feels sharp
Inside my mind It clears my eyes
No longer blind.

The world is clear
I’m able to see
How people can show
Such cruelty.

Why stay here?
There’s nothing left
And nobody cares
About my death.

So I deepen the cuts
Lean back in my chair
And fade away because I don’t care.

Poetess Dee

Child Of The Soil !


Child of the soil ::

From soil you come from
To soil you shall return.

From dust you come from
To dust you shall return.

From Adams rib you come from
To Adams rib you shall return.

Child,Who are you
And what is your story ??

‘I don’t know is not an answer’.
Go dig for the answer – Go dig for yourself.

Return with Adams ashes so I can
Put you back with him again.

Child of the soil,
Return to your throne !!

Poetess Dee

I’m Ashamed !!

I’m ashamed :

I’m ashamed because I’m always on about being a proud African yet I know English more than my home language SeSotho.

I’m ashamed because I felt good when people from Qwaqwa said ke “ngwana wa ho tswa makgoweng”.They treated me like I was a special package.


I’m ashamed because I know a white man’s compliment means more and his invitation to a party with class would mean the world to me.

I’m ashamed because my African name embarrasses me.

I’m ashamed because my dreams,goals & fantasies falls under a white class.I want to be who I’m not suppose to be.

I’m ashamed because I know nothing about my tradition.All fancy things took my attention.

I’m ashamed because I do nothing about my shame.I’m doing nothing to protect my roots.

I’m only proud that I identified my shame & restructured my desires.

Can we know who we are & stop following a strangers foot steps !?!

Poetess Dee


Don’t Come To My Funeral !!

Don’t come to my funeral and
Shed tears as though you care,
I told you the problem and
Instead of helping me with it
You told me to get over myself.

Don’t come to my funeral
And talk of how friendly I was
That can’t be,You didn’t know me.

Don’t come to my funeral
And talk of how I did this and that
You were never a part if it & you
Didn’t care, You said I was wasting
My time & should stop it.

Don’t come to my funeral,
You told me to stop complaining
And to drop dead !! And so I did,
Don’t come to my funeral
I don’t want one !!

Bury me in silence,
Bury me in the garden
And lay me with razors & guns,
Make sure to cover me with blood,
My blood – My wrist blood !!

Don’t come to my funeral,
I died long ago !!

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