Lee Mayimele

Category: Poetry

  • She danced

    Her heart had a defect It couldn’t see its own face So it searched in places that were dark In beds that were cold In shirts with smells of perfumes she did not wear To find “soulmates” And it burnt her over and over again Until one fateful morning when the light pierced a hole…

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  • Who are the happy ones?

    She asked a simple question. “Who are the happy ones?” The answer was simple too. “The happy ones are the ones who delight in the happiness of others”

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  • Tears (Poem)

    And sometimes you have to cry. The tears just come. You just let them.   The release is magical.   The knowledge that the plumbing is working is comforting.   The tears remind you that those unique emotions, both happy and sad, are all part of the mixed masala that makes your story an interesting one.…

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