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Tembisa High iSchoolAfrica Youth Press Team explain Africa through poetry. For more on iSchoolAfrica go to www.ischoolafrica.com Giving young SA a voice
Ogun-WolfHawkJaguar-Hunter Poetry
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The hypnotic sounds of WolfHawkJaguar demanding movement from the people. The possessive force of Hunter Poetry clearing the path to Health Wealth and Knowledge of Self. When this energy grabs you, "Nothing Else Seems To Mind" Video by video@kiazad, music by WolfHawkJaguar, song, Nothing Else Seems ...
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venting how i feel through dance, because poetry wasnt doing enough for me lol
Sunny Jackson VSSJ Music Video
View Duration: 2:52
Download VSSJ at sunnyjackson.bandcamp.com Thanks for listening Sunny Jackson is a Los Angeles based indie/ spoken word artist promoting positivity through music and the art of expression. With a rare ability to relate to people of diverse backgrounds he embodies the raw essence of rhythm and ...
Funny how they change Qibho Intalektual (of Rooted Soulz)
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Rooted Soulz poet Qibho Intalektual relates the universal phenomenon of the relationship between the hard working brother and the crew he grew up with.
View Duration: 2:49
christian poetry in south african version , with challenging issue of falling in love with person who is not on same level of spirittuality with you
टूटी हुई, बिखरी हुई Broken and scattered
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Broken and scattered, tea leaves Crushed under feet - My poetry Hair, coarse with dirt, fallen, yet Clinging to the neck - Such my skin as though detached from me, blended with clay Standing in the light and shade of the Afternoon, are trolleys of waiting, Like my ribs ... Empty sacks are being ...









































