Pregnant lips with a void mind
How do I write in such state of mind?
My erectile pen wet with feelings
Solidifies when my fingers fight
Though forced to write against his will
Such slavery cannot be condoned
Though lips were pregnant & ready
My mind random and not steady
To give birth to a line or a phrase
Nor am I ready to be a recipient of praise
Wasted vowels fill a trash can in my mind
Though I know my poetry matures like wine
Sometimes I let my mind go free and wild
Unwritten minds represent aborted lines
Such uncreativity closes my heart like a blind
I odd to be writing fervent Scriptures
Stimulate your mind like you’re experiencing
Rapture
Formulate a line so to lure you into poetry culture
But such oppression will not be tolerated.
Pregnant lips with a void mind
How do I write in such a state of mind?
Am I obscure & out of line?
Correct me if so; do not let me fall behind
For poetry evolves with every breath
That departs my soul.
Such sacrifice is worth breathing for.
Kefentse Sathekge
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pregnant-lips/
