My mind races
So fast that my speech cannot keep up
I stutter as a result
For there is too many words
Words to be spoken, with this my mouth
One lousy mouth, so slow it’s antiquated
And so the mouth is overwhelmed
At this flooding of the words
Words yearning to be spoken
To be heard, and listened to
How my ears long, for these soothing words
Words of a poet, poetry
Rhythmic and flawless
Smooth, sa lejwe la moralla
I therefore surrender myself
To the written word
The one so captivating
So well written, so perfect
Perfection and purity
As words fly and letters work miracles
My soul is freed, a sigh of relief
From this overflow of ideas
Ideas crying to be born
Rhythm in my heart, pushing through my vocals
To be made speech, words with sense
For people to listen
Listen and be moved
Like dancers in a rhythmic trance
My passion for rhythm
My love for words
My like for speech
I rhyme in the spoken word
Creativity can never be silenced
Freedom is a natural right
And speech is free
As free as the air I breathe
This is my speech
That my passion shall grow
Be let be, and flow
For art is my passion
Passionately the arts

By Fezekile Futhwa