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Constitution Hill Johannesburg

th 13 November 2015

a celebration

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It’s a long road -­‐ BBymez

It’s a long road sweet and sour A pity I have to go threw it also I wish I can find a place to hide

It’s a long road When I look ahead I see that I still Have a long way to go On this road.

It’s a long road But its not easy to go threw Sometimes its hard when its Get dark Its better when I have a Torch Coz I need to keep walking But im scared Even thou I know

It’s a Long Road For me I will never finish Walking.

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My Body work-­‐ Hotstix I am human I am any imagine of God Coming from my country was not easy Not because they cased we away but my soul needed to I came from a place were no baboons would want to stay I am a lesbian and I’m proud

I needed to be heard I needed to have my rights I needed to feel safe and out of closet The crocodiles were my coune” at Limpopo river The only thing I knew I wasn’t going ^dying

The greener pastures capability of doing Things my own way Making new friends and new life Above all discrimination doesn’t stop, eather” You in SA or Zimbawe but I learnt to survive

I don’t hide myself anymore I don’t doubt myself anymore I only live for my life and my life only There is nothing that feels great Than to have freedom

Hell gates are close The heaven is always opened for me You hate me but we all humans You talk I don’t care because I am, that I am… I am a human.

I am LESBIAN.

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I come from -­‐ Marlon I come from still waters to flowing rivers I come from cold winters to hot summers I come from dry desserts to wet forests I come from closed closets to open closets I come from rainy nights and woke up to rainbows I come from shaghels that bind to shakels brocken I come from dead silence to words spoken I come from paths unknown to paths chosen

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Untitled – Marlon

I stand before them Neck to feet thats all they see I am still Stagnant Motionless With my head in the dark I am faceless As I step into the light, my face revealed I am in motion, moving, I am proceeding

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Modise -­‐ Citizenship

You can see me but am invisible, I feel small but big Who we are ^you to discriminate, who we are to judge Am me and I love being me. Citizen or not am here For sure. Am trapped to the box, who can carrier it So I can breath and shout

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Untitled – Modise

Am me and am happy to be me The world went rough on me but I didn’t change Of being me. They call names, bitch, slight whore, isitabane But I kept going and stronger day by day Who are you to tell me what I am If you don’t what you see, Phuma Kimi

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Untitled -­‐ Petunia

The alarm goes on 5 oclock it is Tym to get up, a new day has begun Joy flows in his veins Anticipation for the new day

He washes his body, brushes his teeth He applies lotions and brushes his hair Just another man getting ready for the day

He puts on his favorite attire A stripped navy blue suit.

Looking in the mirror, he loves what he see A goodlooking, well dressed young man.

Then suddenly all the joy is gone As he comes back to reality

Why don’t people see what he sees?

If only people could see past genitalia He would be a happy man.

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Untitled – Shane

I wanted to write you a letter my love

A letter that would tell desire to see you The fear of loosing you Of this more than benevolence that I feel Of this indefinable that pursues me Of this Yearning which I live in Total Surrender.

I wanted to write you a letter my love A letter of intimate Secrets A letter of memories of you of your lips as henna of your hair black as mud of your eyes sweet as honey of your chest broad as And of your caresses Such that I can find no here

I wanted to write you a letter My Love That would recall the days of our haunts Our night last in the long grass That would recall the shed failing on us from the trees The moon filtering through the endless Trees That would recall the madness Of our Passion And the Bitterness Of our Separation

I wanted to write you a letter my love

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That you would not read without sighing That you would hide from everyone That you would withheld from your friends That you would reread without coldness of forgetting A Letter to which in all manicaland No other would stand Comparison.

I wanted to write you a Letter My love A letter that would be brought to you by Passing Wind A Letter that mangoes and Guava Tress The hynas and Buffaloes The allagators and grayling Could understand.

So that if wind should lose it on the way.

Tho beast and plants With Pity for our Sharp Suffering From Song to Song.

But oh my love I cannot understand why my dear you are in Zimbawe.

I cannot take the Risk.

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I shall be -­‐ Shane They say everything can be Yet every distance is not So I rememver everything of every man who put me here I see my light come.

From the west down Anyday now I shall be I shall be.

Yonder down Here in this lonely Crowd Is a man who Swears he is not All day long I hear him Crying out he Been framed My light Come Shining I shall be

They Say every man need and must But I Swear above this wall I saw my light From west clown.

I Shall be.

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I am nobody -­‐ Taffy Noone cld recognize me I tried to get an identification card bt it still dosnt Work cz im a foreigner Its very hard for me to get a proper job or a house of My own coz they say im not a citizen of this nation

Now I have nowere to go, cz I used to think SA its gonna be umbrella for me bt I uses wrong Its very hard to stay in a foreign country Nobody will give a fuck abt me. People will twice you like a dustbin cz everyone will put their trash in you It feels like im living in hell

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I am Eland – Taffy

I am the bull Eland The one who is very soft I only gets angry once in a year If u saw me cryn u better run away Coz I destroyed everything.

They even call me chazezesa mutunhu unnemago Coz they hesitate me when I gets angry I am the son of schemutema

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Mama Africa -­‐ Timzy

Oh mama Africa Its been long Since we Children of Africa We have been crying for freedom We don’t even knows where we belong anymore

OH MAMA AFRICA We don’t have a place to call home anymore Since we run away from our original homes To the foreign country

OH MAMA AFRICA We are one we belong to the same place Lets Put our weapons down

OH MAMA AFRICA Look at our leaders they don’t talk about Our freedom anymore all their carebout is Power

OH MAMA AFRICA We cry for freedom I can see fire in Somalia blood shade in Egypt Xhenophobia in SouthAfrica Families are separated every their don’t fun Know where there are going OH MAMA AFRICA Look at children of Africa Where they are now there is no school no food No shelter.

OH MAMA AFRICA We are one we belong the same place All that we want is freedom and stop the war OH MAMA, OH MAMA, OH MAMA AFRICA

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The Son of Soil – Tino Wicken iam in their eyes, My satisfaction is reserved, They Believe what they feel is The only accepted feeling, And proved wrong when i Spilling to them that the Oposit is my enjoyment

Taboo, unnatural, outcast, became, Lesson learnt at least now You know, a shame, disgust evil I brought, both to the family and to the nation.

Here I am the son of the Soil, never learnt read, borrow or inherit it, I am convinced Iam not one, we a lot, only that you are kidding or denying about it.

Its unAfrican western thing, I never attended a white school Or never been with them, I am Pure African-­‐Zimbabwean, never been Out of African-­‐I am a real black faggot.

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