ASHLEY MAWERE

ASHLEY 

MAWERE

FALLING SLOW

In due season you hear a crack

And see it fall

In due season it's all a reminder

That we all do grow

Petals pretty do blossom with time

Time narrates the story

But this time I see you fall

Falling in season

Falling slow

Brown is scorched , Brown is old

Brown is you and that beauty is true

Brown is the autumn leaf

The leaf falling my way

Brown is me

the soil waiting with open arms

Waiting to catch you in season

But sometimes I wonder why ,

Why my seasons seem to change slow

Catching you slow

Catching you out of season

If I plead you to wait a while

Will you feel awkward in spring's green

Will you feel out of place

A bird overstayed in the best

If I.......

If I make an excuse it's not to be awkward

If i hold you hand ,

With time you'll rot away

If I look away or step aside,

Spring's green already stands tall to catch you

So plead the clouds to hold the rains

This cycle was doomed before time began

Either way I'll always be left alone

So dear sky hold the winds

Allow me to watch her falling in season

Falling slow

MAN IN THE MIRROR HEAR ME SPEAK

I set my foot on this stage because I need your attention

But before my lips collide I know you’re ready to judge me

As the crowds take their seats they warm their hands for soon they’ll applaud

But with their standing ovation you warm your boot to crush my dreams

With a broken heart I’m tamed

Tamed like an animal in a cage of insecurity

Am I nothing more than what the bullies said?

Mirror mirror on the wall help me believe my dream is the fairest of them all

I feel boxed in by these walls of emotions

I feel boxed in by these concrete ventricles that make up your heart

I wish you could just give me the chance to speak

I wish you could let me satisfy my hunger and be heard

I see the light at the end of the tunnel

The light of a dream I had as a child

I wish you could reconsider before you hit its switch

The switch of hope I had for better days to come

I’m neither a murderer nor a no grifter

But i’m not better than a criminal if i launder these talents to my grave

Mom and dad one day we’ll need to talk

But for now, dear flesh and spirit my soul calls you to trial

From a distance my soul watched you grow your roots in indolence

Like a stalker she watched you wander off into the shadows of laziness

Always knew that there’s so much more for us out there

But what good is it if we never start somewhere

Dear man in the mirror please hear me speak

As the walls are falling down, use the bricks and build me a ladder to my dream

Though the lands are arid from years of hurt and judgement

The first drop of grace will surely bring us freedom

NOT THE PERFECT SHADE

I'm not black enough for this world

But tell me if this blazing rage will ignite the light

I'm one line too white to fit the script

So tell me how we'll ever write this book

If you shift your frame dear sir ,

Please advise if my poem is spiced enough

If you fix your glasses mademoiselle look my way

For I too speak your tongue

Now tell me if my race truly fits

Or my eye shape makes me less

To call it a tantrum would be fair

But these questions plague my soul

Left insecure maybe I don't belong

I would apologize if for I stole your time

But forgive my skin tone if it's a curse

Help me if you care to scratch this itch

A visa I plead for I search for love.

The border between black and white seems to strict

But if I'm coloured am I a resident or refugee

They say black is no colour

They believe white is all colour

So to which race do we belong when we blush ?

ASHLEY MAWERE