DarkGold WolfEyes

I posted a new poem, “Dream Fever”. One I created for a literature class a long time ago. I read up on Johannesburg and the apartheid laws, intrigued when I read Langston Hughes’s “Johannesburg Mines”. I found out a lot of things that sickened me and this poem is sort of the result. It comes from the perspective of the natives who where victims of common place prejuidice.

I don’t understand humans’ liking of cruelty. Glad I’m not one. *eyes dart around nervously* Hehehe. Did I say that aloud?

Oh, I also added on two new Smilies in my wannnabe art section.

red is a tangy metallic taste
in our mouths but
She is still breathing among us
Eyes dark brown like wet jungle soil

She is still singing toward us
Hair black curls like the billowing ocean at night
droplets are salty sour stings
in our eyes but

She is still dancing beside us
Skin smooth like wind beaten trees
She is still pulsing inside us
Soul deep like the mines of Johannesburg we dig
She sings in our hearts

She breathes in the sweaty, bruising heat of our mines
She pulses in our slumber
She dances in the rotten, stuffy rooms of our hostels
Freedom encumbered

She is still the burning fever
inside our fitful dreams