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isn't only in the number
of likes and reads and
comments obtained,
but also in it own self.
Many things in life are relative and opinions are quite subjective; so what counts for "a great write" seldom comes to a cud de sac view, as with the path taken by philosophy of beauty, goodness and love.
stars don't struggle hard to seek for notice,
they already shine enough to be noticed..
                  even by the blind!
you don't need to be on TV before being recognized as a "star".
your beautiful heart already makes you one!
#confidence#
 May 2014 Zanele Tlali
Hayleigh
If i could,
I would,
Carefully take you apart,
And put you back together,
Piece, by fragile piece,
And i would not cease,
Until the job was done.
Until the sun once again, shone from those lost, wondering eyes,
Until the cries that had chained you down,
Had been removed from the ground.

And if i could, i would,
Take my tools
And attentively drill out
Your insecurities,
All those flaws, you believe to be
Impurities
And ***** in self acceptance so tight,
So that never again at night,
Would you be reluctant, to hold yourself,
As you sparkle in the moonlight.

And if i could, i would,
Clamp together,
Your hopes and dreams,
Your self belief,
And tie them together at the seams
With double knots,
So that you never forgot, how
Capable you are.

I'd take each glittering star,
and plant them in the pupils of your eyes,
So that each time you cry
You'd be reminded of the beauty inside,
Of you.

And if i could, i would,
Paint over your frame work,
And tentatively cover up those scars,
So you'd never again see the hurt,
And never doubt
Just how perfectly imperfect you are.

And if i could, i would,
Saw away your sorrows
So when you thought of your tomorrows,
You weren't filled with dread,
You were filled with joy and hope
And optimism instead,
So that before you went to bed,
You were not filled with self defeating thoughts,
Ruminating inside, that pretty little head.

And if i could, i would,
Weld securely into place,
A genuinely happy smile,
Across your dainty face,
And a hand in yours,
So you'd never have to brace
Anything alone.

And if i could, i would,
Disassemble your malfunctioning thought processes
And rewire them back together again,
With a spanner, in the manner,
That meant you were not
Classed as insane.
I'd unfold and rearrange,
The chemical imbalances
Within your brain
So that the years of disdain,
And self blame,
Where a thing of the past,
I'd put you back together,
In a way, that showed you,
You were meant to last.

And if i could, i would,
Attach wings to your spine,
So there'd never be a time,
That you'd stumble and fall
You'd stand tall,
You'd rise above it all.

And if i could, i would,
Take the lonely shadows of your heart,
Rip them apart
And blaze them,
In a light so bright
It'd never die out,
You would never again doubt
All that you are,
And all that you can be.
And if i could, i would,
I'd set you free.
It was just a normal school day,
And we were going out to play,
When those men armed with guns,
Took us away from the bright sun.

They took us to a camp,
A place lit with only a lamp,
When those men armed with guns,
Took us away from the bright sun.

We sat there like dogs,
In rows like peas in pods,
When those men armed with guns,
Took us away from the bright sun.

So please help us in anyway you can,
Such as posting on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram,
Make our smiles shine out like pearls,
By adding the #BringBackOurGirls
Poem I made for an English project
 May 2014 Zanele Tlali
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lost
 May 2014 Zanele Tlali
s
You can find me in a room where the floor is carpeted with pine needles and the roof is the night sky
You can try to take me home but I won't know where that is
You will ask me where I came from and I will not reply
You will feel sorry for me and I will wonder why
I have been lost for so long I do not mind anymore
I crave the silences that fill the air around me
Along with the solitude that usually accompanies it.
They are my friends.
They comfort me when the world starts to scream.
Sometimes I need them,
But too often solitude becomes loneliness
And the silences become deafening.
That is the true curse of an introvert.
Wanting to be alone but not wanting to be lonely.
 May 2014 Zanele Tlali
PrttyBrd
Paint for me a dream
Colored in hues of emotion
Steeped in love
And dusted in music
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