Not Yours to Sell

Most times I bleed these words;
Deserted by the elusive genius
As she courts other talents

Most times I squeeze these words;
Salty waters blinding eyes
As dams burst leaving no survivors

Most times I sift these words;
Trash swirling, syllables protest
As I step on someone’s toes

Once in a while a verse is given
Mundane comes to a halt; urgency
As I capture the moment

Creativity and commerce always controversial

“I do it for the love”

Therefore, imposter! These tears, sweat and blood

Are not yours to sell.


Note: This piece is for Magaly. Visit the link, dark poetry for the cruellest month, to find other outraged and protesting writers and artists.

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24 thoughts on “Not Yours to Sell

  1. Soul Gifts says:

    Wow – that was powerful !

  2. That was a total emotional whack… perfection Khaya!

  3. Errrr……this makes me so upset!!!! I can feel the emotion in what you have written Khaya!!
    Big Hugs

  4. I feel outraged too on your behalf. I guess we wordsmiths can al relate. I know it happens but it still shocks me to the core.

  5. I don’t know how people who steal the creations of others can live with themselves. Their souls are obviously bereft of any creative spark, otherwise they would understand the depth of the violation.

    Such a powerful piece, Khaya!

  6. Wonderful and powerful, Khaya. Word thieves have no idea how much time and effort go into art.

  7. Oh, the theft and abuse of one’s creativity so raises my hackles. If someone hasn’t spent the night bleeding through a pen, then they don’t get the passion to start with.

  8. Rommy Driks says:

    The development of the poem was superbly done. Especially considering the topic of the poem, it the artistry put into the development and construction have that much more heft to them.

  9. sanaarizvi says:

    I love the ferocity of those closing lines!❤️

  10. georginamorley says:

    Ooow that was so personal and damning! I could hear your teeth grinding by the final lines…spitting a curse at the thief XXX

  11. I can feel the fury, the indignation oozing through the lines, the rage that makes a birther of words bare her teeth at word thieves… so much emotion. I really like this, Khaya.

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